Newhotfire - If I GET OUT lyrics

Hook: 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 Hook 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! Hook