You Can't Hold The Torch

Yeah

It's funny how the game change, right?

Shit feel all different

Y'all niggas complaining left and right about how the game feel all fucked up

Niggas only been talking like that since we been sitting out the game

I think the game need us kamal, let's talk to them niggas

Huh!

So many nights were spent pondering

Wondering how we gon' come again

My golden rule is not to focus on the fame game

In retrospect, the game ain't the same man

They heart and soul is divided

They ramshack the music, no control up inside it

Now, look at this, it's all stretched out and nasty

But, letting money pass me

I doubt that, and niggas from the bottom now

Pumping hard, wind sleet hail rain or snow

So, you got to get your gate right

No matter what, you got to treat your weight right

On the block if you focused on greed then

Nine out of ten times you be bleeding

The analogy is clear

To all of my peers, I'm a motherfucking vet

Don't mean to disrespect, 'cause

"I write rhymes, I write checks"

(It's clear) bust, hey yo what happened to the (love)

For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life)

Hey yo these niggas in the game don't sound the same

Bust, these niggas in the game don't sound the same

Hey yo what happened? (they ain't got in 'em to make a classic)

Hey yo what happened? (these niggas can't hold the torch, so why pass it)

Hey yo, I ain't bringing they names up

These niggas sound trash, straight fouling the game up

Need to change up (change up) sound so trash

When I see 'em feel like breaking they frame up

Dupont registry, talking 'bout somebody else cars

Motherfuckers better step up your bars

Instead of frontin in the game like niggas really are stars

Like we ain't seein through the bullshit, we know who you are

I'm like a blessing to the game when your shit sound dated

I force niggas to improve, you should be happy I made it

Here to rep the game fully, change my style like the weather

Giving you niggas new shit to make the game feel better

I'm saying, I cook in the kitchen and we make the thoughts connect

You forced to humble yourself, give me my big respect

You hurting the game when your shit sound off ya know

A legend in this shit that's why I move like a boss ya know

You better be tight, 'cause you can get tossed fo' sho'

Y'all niggas know whassup, I come correct with money long 'cause I

"I write rhymes, I write checks"

(It's clear) tip, hey yo what happened to the (love)

For the game (love) for the music (I need realness in my life)

Hey yo these niggas in the game don't sound the same

Yo, these niggas in the game don't sound the same

Hey yo what happened? (they ain't got in 'em to make a classic)

Hey yo what happened? (these niggas can't hold the torch, so why pass it)

Oh my god, they a (uh) come riding around

Some (uh) old dream and they (uh) can't get down

They (uh) looking around outside of themselves

And they (huh) saying things that ain't really themselves

And they (haha) keep fucking regurgitating the same script

Same hoes, same blow, same glock clip (ha)

Same drug strip, what the fuck is this? (uh)

C'mon y'all, raise the bar on this body, shit

You sound stagnant, need to progress and grow (uh-huh)

Upgrade your punchlines, progress the flow (uh-huh)

Get your concepts and lyrics together, hey yo (uh-huh)

Then drop the bomb shit to step up the pressure, ya know? (huh)

I'm tired of niggas complaining how the game changed

You niggas should step up your game, 'cause you sound strange

That's why you ain't selling no records, check the soundscan

In this rap shit I command respect motherfucker 'cause I

Hey yo these niggas in the game don't sound the same

Bust, these niggas in the game don't sound the same

Hey yo what happened? (they ain't got in 'em to make a classic)

Hey yo what happened? (these niggas can't hold the torch, so why pass it)