[Intro] California, county of Los Angeles. We the jury in the above entitled action find the defendant Orenthal James Simpson not guilty of the crime of murder
[Future] We don’t want to talk about it, we don’t want to talk about it [Hook: Future] It’s personal, free ‘em now Murder trials, OJ Simpson White on white, OJ Simpson Double murder, OJ Simpson Oh that’s your girl? You know I hit her Pity niggas, she through with them Tryna fuck my baby mama, dog what’s up with you? You gon’ make me get that heat, I’m pulling up on you
[Verse 1: Future] Certified maniac, don’t you test my patience Came in with the robbers and a bunch of wild Haitians Fuck them bougie hoes, take them on vacation I fuck bougie hoes, we don’t have relations Fuck them bougie hoes, feed them medication I can walk on water ‘cause a nigga wavy You can place an order, I’m guaranteed to take it Times got harder, they thought we wouldn’t make it Got to grind harder, I started going brazy Took a couple Vicodins and started feeling amazing Double murder homicide with no visitation Took a couple Adderall for my concentration
[Hook: Future] It’s personal, free ‘em now Murder trials, OJ Simpson White on white, OJ Simpson Double murder, OJ Simpson Oh that’s your girl? You know I hit her Pity niggas, she through with them Tryna fuck my baby mama, dog what’s up with you? You gon’ make me get that heat, I’m pulling up on you
[Verse 2: Future] I heard you niggas plottin', I know you heard I’m bad These goofies got me high and it’s paper in my stash Before I signed my deal I had a million cash I got to keep it trill before you even ask These diamonds on me clear, they looking like glass I drank it out the seal then roll it out the bag Come from out the field, we rolled up with the trash They grind up on some mills, they treat you with some class You hold ‘em back ‘til we made it out the trap You better wear your gloves and hit ‘em with the mac Fucking with the plug, I’m running up a sack I walk inside the club, I got to have the strap
[Hook: Future] It’s personal, free ‘em now Murder trials, OJ Simpson White on white, OJ Simpson Double murder, OJ Simpson Oh that’s your girl? You know I hit her Pity niggas, she through with them Tryna fuck my baby mama, dog what’s up with you? You gon’ make me get that heat, I’m pulling up on you