Wes Freeman - Where 2 Go lyrics

[Hook] I don't really know, when I go to flo What I'm gone' write down But all I really know, is where I'm tryna' go Is where we supposed to go right now [Verse 1] Yea, just look at what the haters made My lyrics will shock a G like Gatorade And I'ma stay this way, cause who are they to say Who I may, or may not be, from day to day I can't be swayed or stray From my path, cause my raps Either people are too whack, or afraid to say But they relate, besides bottles, tell me what's poppin'? Whats really being said on most of the stuff droppin'? Can I display my ability on a rhyme Without putting my street credibility on the line? See, I am the epitome of the grind And if you disagree, then the sh**'ll be redefined Damn, I see my friends been joking lately But I don't find sh** funny, I think I'm going crazy It's cause I'm lonely maybe, cause no one pays me Any mind, f**, it's like this microphone's my only lady [Hook] [Verse 2] Sometimes I feel people the fakest on the planet Just waiting, for me to make it, so they can take it for granted Shaking my hand & then stabbing me in the back Why's that always seem to happen automatically when you rap? Damn, my baby mama say she hate me, when I finally do make it, I'll bet she'll appreciate me then Uh-oh, it's seems we need another break again Either that or we need a mediating friend It's funny when people start turning their backs Is when you sink your heart further into your raps And murdering them tracks And remix popular songs, and realize that their version is whack And plus, there's too many people who believe in me What kind of eMCee would be, willing to quit so easily? Not me, cause I can see what they seem too see They'll never change me, they'll just change the scenery [Hook] [Verse 3] You ever had to take outta your son's piggy bank Cause you couldn't even afford to buy 50 blanks? To try to get people to listen, but your city ain't But when your outside of your area, the sh** is cranked Yea, now that's what you call self hating To leave one of their own on the shelf waiting f** anyone else stating That they're the greatest rapper, f** that, I'm just tryna' be the salvation They want to cloud my vision, they hate my lyrics Because my sound is different, I make that clear & They want me to dumb it down, and fake my appearance But they can't shake my ground, I won't allow interference I gotta solid foundation I know where I'm coming from and where I'm tryna' take it Take it higher, and inspire, an entire nation But all I see is liars fakin' While the underground grows tired of waitin' [Hook]