EVERYBODY CAN’T GO
[Intro: Don Quez]
Ay yeah, I can't
Aye, look

[Verse 1: Don Quez]
You couldn't see me on my worst day
Bitch slide then tryna blow me like a candle on my birthday
Where-Where I'm from, they drive-by when it's beef like a skirt steak grilled in my palm like it's Earth Day
I need a Barrymore 50 First Dates
Do a bitch wrong, she gon' know it all, this is word play
I could never fail in the first place
Everybody wanna hit a homer, I'm just tryna get on first base
Rappers want beef, that's gon' make me turn ill and keep me right up out that pearl gate
Pussy lips, baby tell me how that pearl tastes
I ain't fucking if it makes me make the furl face (Euh)
They don't love me like they say they do
This ain't an overnight success, bitch I pay my dues
I stay low underground while I plant my roots
And all that "Who is Don?" shit bouta shake this room
It's like
[Chorus: Don Quez]
Don't be fucking up my high, bitch I'm too in my zone
'Cause where I'm from and where I'm going, everybody can't go
That's who already know
Don't be fucking up my high, bitch I'm too in my zone

[Verse 2: MBNel]
Had this pistol dropping niggas like what left-rights do
I'm a crip like [?], bitch the left side rule
Sleepwalking niggas, they don't want the tech nine drool
And stop calling, phone's tapped but my facetime's cool
And I just copped a new whip, no Django
This a Trackhawk nigga this is not Durango
Four inside a Faygo, make a nigga lay low
I just make a call and get you rekt 'cause I got say so
My youngins painting shit, ain't no rose art
Aye, I ain't [?] with me and I hide 'em like I'm Hogarth
If you chase money like them bitches, you will go far
Break clocks for deposits, man we're breaking hoes with crowbars
And I ain't never looking back, yes I'm taking pics with Vlone
Had to cut some homies off 'cause they weren't following the G code
Couple thousand on me everytime I throw this piece on
I don't like 'em big circles so I keep it like a peephole, aye

[Chorus: Don Quez]
Don't be fucking up my high, bitch I'm too in my zone
'Cause where I'm from and where I'm going, everybody can't go
That's who already know
Don't be fucking up my high, bitch I'm too in my zone
[Verse 3: J. Sirus]
I shine like a diamond, no [?]
You ain't no main, bitch you baggage
Off on El Camino with like fifty in the package
Make fifty in the streets, fuck rapping lil homie, uh
Poke your chest, see they testing you (Woo)
Took over and they weren't even expecting you
All that good girl acting's excessive
She rode dick with no hands, she a Tesla
Weirdo rappers, I'm ahead bitch, I'm light-years
Homie move to fuck on you, can't catch no vibe here
West side of the map, I spent my life here
Did my dirt, did my work, I'mma die here
I'm [?] brodie out the pinta
Gone for eight months and they still couldn't keep up
Now we fucking on your queen, no Latifah
Leaving in the morning for the re-up
Calling up the chief I need ten like I'm cheetah
Ten like I'm cheetah
Ten like Tyrese, spin you out your Adidas
Pussy water, this some Fiji water, uh
She sticking to me, I'm no Peter Parker (Bitch I'm a freak, uh)