Dear Mr. L.A. Reid Playaz Circle

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
You know, we back
I know a lot of y’all feel like
We never was here, “Talking bout ‘you back’”
Thing is, myself, Tity Boi, and my dawg, Dolla
We been on the grind for a long time, man
Constantly, constantly in the studio
Grinding, working on our craft
Constantly, constantly in the trap
Grinding, counting up that math
I mean, I can go on for hours about
What it took for me and Dolla to get here
You know, everybody got a story to tell

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Jealousy moving the world like get another felony
I’m losing my girl, that’s what the judge keep telling me
I’m hanging around like the letter D, I’m what whatever be
You see, I’m something that you never seen
Dear Mr. L.A. Reid, “Duffle Bag” is just a seed
Hope you see our vision, there is no competition
If I wanna battle someone, I look in a mirror
And I go at myself, I gotta back myself
I gotta bag Jennette, and help Mr. B
You know I’m down with Key and God is my referee
In this game that I’m playing, who’s next but me?
See, my future looks bright as a tangerine
You shoulda seen where I came from
It’s not the same song, dirty dishes in the bedroom
36s in the bedroom
Dirty bitches in the bedroom, should I continue?
“Duffle Bag Boyz” and they ain’t even believe you
Then Wayne sung on it and they made it a single
One thing’s for certain, yeah, I do my thing too
The car’s foreign, so it’s bilingual
I’m on my Boosie, talking to amigo
I’m somewhere geeked up, talking to eagle
You know it’s me, though, yours truly
Tity 2 Chainz, Duffle Bag Boy, salute me