You Know Where You Can Go

Y'all senseless and doubt my hits
That's crazy 'cause I got plaques and stacks minted
I shout high pitch
Nigga, expensivest I route my trips
Whose art's the hardest know that I'm a artist and I'm
Y'all know the rest of that shit

Don't like my choices, cool, you think I'll fail (that's cool)
Negative voices, I be like, "Oh well" (oh well)
Call me stupid, I will never yell
But you don't like my music, you can go to Hell
(You know where you can go)
You can go to Hell
(You know where you can go)
You can go to Hell
(Yeah) call me stupid, I will never yell
But you don't like my music, you can go to Hell

I've been in it for a minute
He been in this game, thirty-nine years just to be exact
And I've been it just to win it
With a pen it's a win, man, the homie so damn sickly at rap
And I've been all around
All around the globe with Kaliko Krizz, Troost the B. Is back (y'all about)
Y'all about to see him to see him balling
'Cause niggas be sure when the Tech they see is whack (feels like)
Feels like hating, really hard on Tech's creations (real life)
Real life faking, you really know what kind of moves he be making
Ill N9ne, Ill N9ne takes him, evil energy just be patient (wanna move)
Wanna move like snakes? Then I'ma tell you, "Go see Satan" (ch'yeah)
Never rapping like I fake everything
For the sake of the green, bet you never hear a fraud
People act like I ain't shaking the scene
Steady making my dream pop, I sees the tears you sob (ch'yeah)
Send my lyrics to a hearse, belated when I cook
But them feel nothing near to K.O.d
So I tell 'em go to the place the Church created in a Book
To instill the fear of God

Don't like my choices, cool, you think I'll fail (that's cool)
Negative voices, I be like, "Oh well" (oh well)
Call me stupid, I will never yell
But you don't like my music, you can go to Hell
(You know where you can go)
You can go to Hell
(You know where you can go)
You can go to Hell
(Yeah) call me stupid, I will never yell
But you don't like my music, you can go to Hell

Spent time in the rhyme
In the rhyme he spent a lot of days, not a praise
N9ne on the grind
On the grind he went and got his pay, caught a Blade (still they)
Still they try to hate and plot on Blood, but he's not afraid (will spray)
Will spray all the strays, coming at N9na you can rot away (I ain't really tryna)
We ain't tryna hear the naysayers asking Tech kick you a style (if I do)
If he did kick shit, when we tie a motherfucker, it's gon' be through a Cal
A lot of people know that I'm a ruler now
Tecca N9na forever gonna do you proud (making those)
He been making those Buddha clouds
Running around the world, N9na move the crowd (ch'yeah)
I just sayin' all that to say 'cause I rap this way
So many of my hits been blown (ch'yeah)
People saying that it's whack today
'Til ya master pray 'cause slander fits him, wrong (ch'yeah)
So go ahead and get your laugh, you may be a castaway
Look up and your ship went gone (ch'yeah)
Words really never lacerate, but my raps you hate
That'll be the sticks and stones

Don't like my choices, cool, you think I'll fail (that's cool)
Negative voices, I be like, "Oh well" (oh well)
Call me stupid, I will never yell
But you don't like my music, you can go to Hell
(You know where you can go)
You can go to Hell
(You know where you can go)
You can go to Hell
(Yeah) call me stupid, I will never yell
But you don't like my music, you can go to Hell