hands up (first draft)

bitch they told me, hands up freeze in the name of the law run nigga run please, see can u get far cause we shoot to kill. yes we shooting to kill ( repeat last line) nigga wit a wallet full of dead white people. plenty bread in his head makes a nigga feel equal. church dont hurt but why do we need steple, one time in the fed now workin on thesequel many times death gets wished on me, kissed me, thinking homie flipped on me beleave in the laws of attraction. you asking for shit to happen, what's their reaction.they laughing. and no I don't want to slip no, and no I cannot forget no, and go stiffing my upper lip no no, I know, I've been smoking big indo,, to slow, bigga nigga I need a little mo, and who, d ont call police me I'll go, ill go. somehow my enemies are becoming victims of Hennessey though I pretend to not give a fuck, it's starting to bother me. want to slaughter me too but they don't know my identity go slow for show keepin my anonymity