Making it

[HomeyG]

ey yall im just freestyling this so it might not make sence

when i woke up i pointed a gat to my face
thinking if i should make it through this place
when i rolled on the streets the cops looked straight at me
Thinking if they gonna blast me
getting paid at work better than the dope spot
rather do this shit then be smokin pot
or shooting hos with a glock
i told yall i came from the westside of the block
i dont give a shit if this poem make sence
because my rhymes make yall go tense

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh estoy cabron