The South, the West, the East Coast

[Verse 1] It’s like I’m wrong when I’m right. Like I’m right when I’m wrong S’why I never take on when I’m writing a song Was [all “Uh huh”?] with this life and Laquan Said, “The world is a chess board. Try not to live your life as a pawn.” Look, I took his advice in this poem God gave me this talent, so I’ve been gnawin’ since the night I was born S’all about how you go about gettin’ it ‘Cause bein’ down, you bound to get sick of it I got a need for learnin’. I got a need for me to be determined I gotta do somethin’ for me to try to feed the yearnin’ That goes on in the pit of my soul. Somebody told me that errything that glitters is gold But no… I’m tryin’ to get in my goals, so yo Move right when you see me—I need the open road Nigga, you know s’how it’s supposed to go It ain’t a secret—faggot, you supposed to know Come on [Hook] Everywhere that we go—The South, the West, the East Coast It’s the same old thang We chose to live the street code—We gots to keep the heat close Nigga, it ain’t no game Shorty was doin’ the deep throat, trying to make some [seed notes?] That bitch was off of the chain What’s happened to my people? (Look…) We can’t live and it’s a God damn shame [Verse 2] Open the keys and learn you gotta take the good with the bad I admit I did a lot of shit I shouldn’t of had I mean, things you couldn’t ima… Gin drinking at twelve. I used to stash with that .44 Mag See, I never had my pops and my bad Shit, we grew up poor as fuck—we never had the option to brag So I did what the other kids did: start hittin’ the block with the Glock Shit, a lotta wig splittin’ First, they put me in the kid prison S’where I started thinkin’ about some of the shit I coulda did different But nah… What do I do? Get released in March. My man I shot—not one, nigga, but two Them crackers sent me back to the zoo Did five years straight—now I’m back here, rapping to you And you should be glad I’m making hot joints with magic Not runnin’ up on your punk ass , pointin’ the gat [Hook] Everywhere that we go—The South, the West, the East Coast It’s the same old thang We chose to live the street code—We gots to keep the heat close Nigga, it ain’t no game Shorty was doin’ the deep throat, trying to make some [seed notes?] That bitch was off of the chain What’s happened to my people? (Look…) We can’t live and it’s a God damn shame