Don Quis - Don's Story

Let me tell you this story, an original story about this nigga name don
He made choice that he regretted and it's all reflected through is action
Just listen
Don never thought he would get use to this Don
Never thought he would get use to this
Beat the pack gotta beat the pack gotta break ya wrist
DaDaDaDa
DoDoDoDo
Serving junkies and fiends is what it seems
Selling all this green was his major dream of counting cream was his
"Drug Abuse"
Beat the pack was his favorite motion look his devotion
Got his friends in the cut pouring magic potion
Moving slow got them moving slow money moving slow
Got to hit a lick to get some fast money fo sure
Don made a plan to find the ops and ask what's cracking
Hit them on their Achilles heels is gonna catch them lacking
But he wondered to himself is he bout that action
But the money moving slow it's time to go and start some madness
Aye yo James
Wassup Don
Money moving kinda slow, we gotta hit a lick
Dang nigga I ain't notice, I ain't even notice
I ain't even focused on the right now [laugh] I just poured up some lean
Wait nigga is you stupid or dumb, nigga you bout to drive
I don't trust you with no gun. Hop in the car we bout to hit a lick
"Drug Abuse"
They made a left and right looking for the ops they could not find them in sight
Finally pulled up on them and started spraying out of spite
Little do you know don's friends are sleepy off the sprite
Shots so loud sound like the 4th of July
On the distance you can see all the red and blue lights
They got to go
They got to go
They got to get out of sight
But his friends they overdosed when they was leaning with the sprite
"Drug Abuse"
So they crashed don started to dash as the car blew up
You saw the smoke and the ash
Moments later felt pain of the whiplash
All alone in the streets man he thought he wouldn't last
As his life past by he started crying as he dreamed
Thinking bout the money and that he didn't need it
And the junkies he was selling to he did it with no reason
But all sins considered equal but he know he with the demons
Like
Man I can't take this no more man
I can't
I can't
I can't
I can't
Like I really can't
Like what was my purpose I ain't need the money
I ain't need it, now James dead it's my fault I got to end this
I can't take this pain I have to end this right now
Well that's the end don's story has end the way you interpret the story man that all Depends make the right choices when you slide with your friends you never know
Never know never know when your life gonna end

Im done with this get me out the booth

Written by:
Marquis O'Neal

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