You Can't Hold the Torch (feat. Q-Tip)

It's funny how the game change, right?

Shit feel all different

You got **** complainin' left and right

About how the game feel all fucked up

**** only been talkin' like that since we've been sittin' out the game

I think the game need us, Kamaal

Let's talk to them ****

So many nights were spent ponderin'

Wonderin' how we gon' come again

My golden rule is not to focus on the fame game

In retrospect, the game ain't the same, mane

Their heart and soul is divided

They ram-shack 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 **** from the bottom know

Pumpin' hard wind, sleet, hail, rain or snow

So, you got to get you gate right

No matter what, you got to treat your weight right

On the block if you focused on greed then

9 outta 10 times you'd be bleedin'

The analogy is clear, to all of my peers

I'm a muhfuckin' vet, don't mean to disrespect 'cause I

(I write rhymes, I write checks)

(It's clear today)

Bust, ayo, what happened to the

(Love)

For the game

(Love)

For the music

(I need realness in my life)

Ayo, these **** in the game don't sound the same

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

Ayo, what happened?

They ain't got it in 'em to make a classic

Ayo, what happened?

These **** can't hold the torch, so why pass it?

Ayo, I ain't bringin' they names up

These **** sound trash, straight foulin' the game up

Need to change up

Sound so trash, when I see 'em, feel like breakin' they frame up

Dude pump registry, talkin' 'bout somebody else cars

Muhfuckas better step up your bars

Instead of frontin' in the game like **** really are stars

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

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

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

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

Giving you **** new shit to make the game feel better

I'm sayin', I cook in the kitchen, now we make the thoughts connect

You forced to hung with yourself, give me my big respect

You hurtin' the game when your shit sound off, you know

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

You better be tight 'cause you could get tossed fasho

Y'all **** know what's up

I come correct with money long 'cause I

(Write rhymes, I write checks)

(It's clear today)

Tip, ayo, what happened to the

(Love)

For the game

(Love)

For the music

(I need realness in my life)

Ayo, these **** in the game don't sound the same, yeah

These **** in the game don't sound the same

Ayo, what happened?

They ain't got it in 'em to make a classic

Ayo, what happened?

These **** can't hold the torch, so why pass it?

Oh, my god, they are

Come ridin' around some old dreamin' and can't get down

They lookin' around outside of themselves

And they sayin' things that ain't really themselves

And they keep fuckin' regurgitatin' the same script

Same hoes, same blow, same Glock clip

Same drug strip, what the fuck is this?

Come on y'all, raise the bar and let's body shit

You sound stagnant, need to progress and grow

Upgrade your punchlines, finesse the flow

Get your concepts and lyrics together

Ayo, you dropped the bomb, shit step up the pressure, you know

I'm tired of **** complainin' how the game change

You **** should step up your game 'cause you sound strange

That's why you ain't sellin' no records, check the SoundScan

In this rap shit, I command respect, muhfucka 'cause I

(Write rhymes, I write checks)

(It's clear today)

Tip, ayo, what happened to the

(Love)

For the game

(Love)

For the music

(I need realness in my life)

Ayo, these **** in the game don't sound the same, yeah

These **** in the game don't sound the same

Ayo, what happened?

They ain't got it in 'em to make a classic

Ayo, what happened?

These **** can't hold the torch, so why pass it?

Ayo, these **** in the game don't sound the same

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

Ayo, what happened?

They ain't got it in 'em to make a classic

Ayo, what happened?

These **** can't hold the torch, so why pass it?