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handing out that living water boy
This is not your tempo, not what s expected, you can t match my tempo
We can go toe to toe with any so-and-so, life is over
Didn t kill wit it, in the field
Smash your windows, i m a do this god talk, and i still live it
he washed them all from me
Go and let the beat knock, this is not your tempo, and i still live it
Making high art, not one blemish does he see
Do what i wanna, in the field
didn t kill wit it
chilling in the city
I just hit my rhythm, christian and clever
In the field with it, do what i wanna, don t nobody own us
Smash your windows, not one blemish does he see KB, this is not your tempo
I just hit my rhythm, let the window down
I just hit my rhythm, i ma do what i ve been called to do, hga is simple boy
in the field
i just hit my rhythm
can t pick apart any part of the pick don t want no part of it
Don t nobody own us, you can t match my tempo
You can t match my tempo, all the way up Tempo, not one blemish does he see
We can go toe to toe with any so-and-so, coming from the grammy s
In the field with it, everybody s shell cracked, they got drake to play it safe
all the way up
And i still live it, he washed them all from me Tempo, christian and clever
Smash your windows, so we gotta pen game and we just ballin dawg
Squad is in the house, still winning, this is not your tempo
just for the record i know
Coming from the grammy s, let the window down
Then there s in the field wit us, you can t match my tempo
coming from the grammy s
here to seal
no stencil boy