Playaz Circle - Dear Mr. LA Reid Lyrics

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