Dear Mr. L.A. Reid

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 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 lA 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 Yeah tit, I feel ya, dog We gotta let ‘em know, man But I can’t keep talking to these folks I’a show you what I do State don’t got a case The feds threaten to come in Conspiracy holding weight They tryna get me gunnin’ There’s a lot y’all don’t know about me Gave em crackers two years They tryna get some mo’ up out me Pop just got knocked Dealing with some new cases Whole fam hot now It’s hard to show our faces What am I to do? Just tell Big roll up? And just pray to God that The trap don’t slow up? But rap done picked up It’s all about the "Duffle Bag" I remember couple months ago When it wasn’t that don’t get me wrong, dog ‘cause you know we loving that But if it wasn’t that We would still love rap We would still come rap We would still run traps We would still look at y’all Like we the number ones, jack Real talk Nobody gave a shit like the last three years And on the real, dog, we still here They gotta say something that Gotta mean something They gotta show ‘em Duffle Bag Boyz ain’t fronting It’s all about the money I don’t care to know y’all I lost my right hand man Life without a forearm So I gotta move on, it’s hard for me to go on Hope you get the picture, but if not We have to show y’all Show y’all, for all, for y’all Know y’all will love it Dear Rap World, this is our introduction