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If I get out I wonder what the world will be like
If I get out I hope a n***a don't get three strikes
f** a b**h every night
Ya'll done f**ed up my life (and you know it right)
Homicidal maniac on the loose
And his name is 2 Juice
Verse1
If I get out the first words out my mouth will be f** the judge
She held a grudge, treated me like a thug
The Juice is loose so hide ya white b**h a f** a heisman
Me and reggie bush got something in common
Where the Kardashian's at, I need to visit Khloe
Tell her I'm sorry about Lamar O
Vegas bring the worst out of people
And I know it
Tell AC to bring the bronco around front and hurry up
I feel like pressing my luck, I'm mad as f**
f**ing Nicole I blame you for all this sh**
But I'm back on my feet
n***a walking the streets
While I was in the pin, I would watch CNN
Cops was shooting n***as over some bullsh**
So now you see how a n***a was set up at rockingham
And that was just the half of it
And when I see the Goldman's Ima put them in they place
Say that sh** to my face
You p**y n***as
You'll never squeeze a drop out the juice
All you got was a IOU
And you can shove it up ya a**
You ain't getting no cash, it's blasphamy
That you could even think, that you can run from me
Pour out some liquor for my n***a johnny
And everybody that done caught a body
See the systems rigged, if Trump gets in then I'm innocent
And yall can stop the bull sh**
But if Hilary wins that's a white b**h I can slip my dick in
And Bills ok with it
See we're around the same age
I remember back in the day
She said OK OJ
If Bill cheats on me maybe one day when I'm president
You can come f** with this
And I f** with it
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Verse 2
If I get out, I'll say hi to the kids
Drive the golden gate bridge
Tell them this is where daddy use to live
Before Rockingam, and that stupid white b**h
Even before the Heinemann
I can't remember directions to my old home
What the f** is a iPhone?
f**it, I'll walk alone
Leave the kids in the car
Not like I'm walkin far, arthritis is acting up
This sh** s**s!
Then I wake up!
Man that sh** was a dream
Therapist said I can't keep living in 1993
That was the last year before everything changed
Never lost the fame, but took me out of the game
But now I want revenge, f** the goldmanns'
There had to be more than one k**er, right?
I use to hang out with thriller, right?
Another black man's life, success that ended
Either by d**, s**, and money
People think oj's funny, or oj's a criminal
Well what's in the middle
A bottle of vicodin, some xanax, and a stripper with implants
I'm about to lose it, put me back in the pen
None of this makes sense
I don't have any friends
I'm writing rhymes for OJ
Glad my n***a beat the case
How much can a soul take
That's a black mans life
Donald Trump, Why?
Is it cause the elite don't wanna see peace
n***as wanna be free, and f** bad b**hes
Riding around in benz and not get shot
While we tryna do business
I guess that's too much to ask for
Well open up the car door
And don't f**in stop
Yall should of left me in that damn box
I'm jumpin out the window
Bye Sydney!
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