The Biz - Ol Lordy lyrics

[Hook: Biz] Visualize, Me terrorize Your local city, like genocide This homicide, ain't been reported At your funeral, dearly departed Ol lordy, he's been departed Blood everywhere, dearly departed Ol lordy, please forgive me His momma got a rosary, Ol lordy [Verse 1: Biz] All my words nutritional Especially on medicinal Mental sparks get physical Man your life ain't memorable No criminal, but I'm shackled up Slave to the paper I don't give a f** Clique full of pimples and they loving to bust Throwing bodies in the lake call it Jerry Buss No cannibal, but she a people eater Helmet on, she a dick pleaser My cheerleader, flipping O's With Vanna White, under her nose Them metaphors for you scary who*es Got red diamonds, and blue diamonds With plenty glow like matadors Still hustle hard without kicking doors Talk sh**, but I live legit I'm balling, never calling it quits Don't like me, better swallow my dick And skip Tennessee if you softer than sh** Like X-Ray, I don't play around Throw you to the ground, Like school days Purple blaze, Jamaican Haze Keeping us from them criminal ways You making waves and I'm making it splash Survive outwit and outlast Ain't nothing new, I done paid my dues In the club getting hell of views That television special A 45 will bless you The next time you test me Colombian, vasectomy n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Biz] Visualizing me terrorizing Your local city like genocide This homicide, ain't been reported At your funeral, dearly departed I'm infecting this industry Raccoon City mystery It's day-breaking, I'm hustling 7 a.m. just getting in n***as squares, taking 7 Ls I done lost hoes, over my mail Ain't my fault they can't relate It's payday, b**h, catch a nut to your face I'm live as f**, like a first breath With no lungs, they on chronic health Relapsing to my hating stages f** these n***as they can die today Nobody would miss them Get it out your system Have you mother wishing That you weren't my last victim Ring of d**h, no XBox That type of mess, watch these bodies drop Them choppers have them flip-flopped Bouncing around like Kris Kross Golden cross silver crucifix Groupie b**h don't touch it I'm smooth floss big boss With my pockets on, Rick Ross Dreaming Maybach, Thinking payback; From events way back With two twin clippers Recline your line, way back [Hook]