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letra de where 2 go - wes freeman

[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-t’ll be redefined
d-mn, i see my friends been joking lately
but i don’t find sh-t funny, i think i’m going crazy
it’s cause i’m lonely maybe, cause no one pays me
any mind, f-ck, 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?
d-mn, 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-t is cranked
yea, now that’s what you call self hating
to leave one of their own on the shelf waiting
f-ck anyone else stating
that they’re the greatest rapper, f-ck 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]

- wes freeman

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