Track 3 – Mixtape dilemma
[intro: T stone]
Oooh… hooooooo… hoooo… oooh
Lucid
Yeah …
Ha yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah aaa hung
Yeah
You know what it is
Stone

[Chorus: T stone]
How the fuck is that a mixtape
( how the fuck )
How the fuck is that a mixtape
N***as asking How the fuck is this a mixtape
(yeah)
How the fuck is this a mixtape
(yeah)

How the fuck is that a mixtape
(how the fuck )
How the fuck is that a mixtape
N***as asking How the fuck is this a mixtape
(yeah)
How the fuck is this a mixtape
(yeah)
How the fuck is that a mixtape
[verse 1: T stone]
Over and over I’m proving myself
Working over time on these rhymes without a helping hand
As far as I’m concerned
You n***as are all spoon fed
No record label but I’m able to make these moves

Man I never had a clue in my view of how to start it
All my peers have elevated in music while I’ve been starving
Down in the jungle without a blanket
No wonder I’m cold hearted
I’m obviously talented I just hope that’s how you judge it

So now I’m dropping music and hoping my people love it
No excuses just improving the journey that I’ve embarked in
I’m enchanted with a gift but to harness it is some hard shit
Especially without income and family disregard it

No family tree but I have the fruits in my garden
If you claim to be as hot as I is, I beg your pardon
There’s no way that I’mo fail till I’m caved in inside a coffin
So before you judge a n***a please do this without a budget

I’d probably hate myself if I made a mistake
And let you hating n***as try to take all my credit away
I over do it cause sometimes I get carried away
I smoke a lot of blunts just trying to take all the pain away
Its only by the grace of the holy ghost that I’m here today
Unravelling my goals as I walk the road of a modern slave
If I don’t make a name, then I’ll only have myself to blame
Never walked this road , I suggest you stay in your lane

What do you know about an empty fridge starring in your face
Nothing on your plate
So when I’m on the spot you bet your ass I’ll never hesitate
To marinate the beat and let the streets have a fulfilling taste
I’m here for a purpose, all you n***as ridding waves

Now is it clear enough
Or do I still need to explain
Why I do this for a living and they do it for the fame
I’m in the kitchen with a vision, promise you I’m here to stay
And I ain’t tripping these are just the consequences of the game
Game game game