Hope

Fuck with me, know you don't

Freddie gonna let you hoe

That's the hope and fuck a dope

Now go along and tie that rope

Hanging with your buddies, hoping everything go right

Then you pull that trigger thang

Kill him cause he know my name

Here's a lesson

Don't be testin'

Know you meet my Smith and Wesson

Bustin' with some perfect aim

Then watch it go right through your brain

Oh, you think you know Kaine?

Rollin in the beamer thang

Killin' ain't a damn shame

Come on over bring the pain

Roll up some dope

Bitch, you know I cannot cope

With these evil thoughts

In the dark kill you from a fuckin' far

You's a bitch, you make it easy

Killing you only to please me

It's a fuckin' homicide, now put the Glock up to your eyes

Fuckin with the playa mane

Loaded Glock, go insane

Strollin' in the fuckin rain, lookin for a damn stang'

See me in the alley creep, taste of death is just as sweet

Flaya' offs follow me, blueish fire after me

Fuck what you fuckin' speak

Get this feeling out of me

Violent death is what you seek

Breathing slow, take a note

Fuck a suicide, hoe

Bury you alive, hoe

We don't choose sides, hoe

Clout ain't what I'm looking for

Rippin' the pieces I got my bitches unleashed

Even for that Glock, I am reachin'

Murderer season is peakin'

I'm dealing out with the vengeance

I kill them off like a sentence

Killer Kaine beat the menace and I break off the tension