Lyrics

[Intro: Lavel, Delusional, Sample] Ok (Yeah you know what it is) Yeah, my man Lavel, (Yeah) Diamond Cutz Volume 2 (Uh huh) Detroit, all the way to F-L-A you know what I'm sayin' this ya boy Delusional [?] records, piece by piece we puttin' it down (In this country, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.) It's that Detroit shit (Hey fuck you mang! Who put this thing together, me! That's who) This is the future of the game right here (Who do I trust? Me!) Holding it down for me down there in Florida (It's not, what you know, it's what, you can prove.) Welcome, to Diamond Cutz [Verse 1: Delusional] I shove it like I ain't goin' see the sun again I blunt it and I'm runnin' shit Dubbin' grip, I'm taxed by the government My covenant, the bank, rub, I got it in my pocket Diamond cuttin' the yay up, I'll be dammed if I'ma drop the fiend So pop it if you advertise, tryin' to keep the lust in your life Whether it's the sellin of coke or your rhymes Cut it, took your recordin', droppin a set and you get the drip Rappers crack the same thang, if the bitches suck dick for it Her face imported, my semen Then I pull the cash up out of her pocket and bash her head on the cement Then clocked 800 dollars and it's only been 6 hours Can't wait, to double up and make more fool of these cowards Got my eyes low, off a blunt of that 'dro My cash big and green like The Incredible Hulk Ay yo 'vel dog, you got more of that raw? I'm 'bout to get it and flip it and then Delusional gone No Tomorrow [Verse 2: Lavel] Get it straight, when I woke up in a place Talk shit, bust you in your muthafuckin' face Now I'm all mad, and I'm really sorta pissed I just wanna get drunk and smoke a blunt with a bitch Niggas like y'all really hurt my style Tell your boyfriend you would be back in a while Heart Attack, fuck bitch, put it in your mouth Lean, pop, that bitch all the way down south She never see the mile, stick to the script She love my tounge ring, around that clit My mans introduced me, to that bitch Delusional, get this hoe, man she ain't 'bout shit No tomorrow for the weak, nigga fuck yo' plans I knew this shit, since the Krazy Klan Jayho, muthafucka you don't know my name I don't hear you haters, yo I'm up in the plane No Tomorrow nigga