Welcome Back to the Trap

[Intro: T.I.]
Yeah
Ayy, haha
Real talk, nigga
Okay
King shit right here, nigga
That's right
Grand Hustle right here, nigga
That's right
You don't like it—steer clear, nigga
Zone One, Bankhead, nigga
Sunny Hill
This what they waitin' on
Yeah
It's the King, bitch!

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Stacks on my draw, sho'
Walkin' through the mall, blow
20, 30 racks, yeah I have that also
Further more, niggas can't see me like Waldo
Y'all so sick in the head if you even thought so
I'm nine years in this, six of which I've been all flow
Tryin' T.I., suicide like his car door
I'm gettin' big bread, homie only getting small dough
I'm all that and you ain't even all mo'
Hoes say I got a big head 'cause I got a big dick
Don't believe it cuz? I say then, go and ask his bitch
She say she'd never seen stacks this thick
A king of oneself, outfits to match his kicks
Street cred up to here, and swag through the roof
Go google "Clifford Harris" if yo' ass need proof
Pledge allegiance to the swag
No, I don't need to brag but I do
And you just mad 'cause it's true

[Chorus: T.I.]
Welcome back to the trap, and back to the grind
I'm back on my hustle with an immaculate shine
Welcome back to the trap, and back to the streets
Homie, right after I'm released, see me right back with the heat
Welcome back to the trap, and back to the grind
I'm back on my hustle with an immaculate shine
Welcome back to the trap, I'm back on my shit
If this the shit that you missin', come get right back on my dick
Welcome back to the trap

[Verse 2: T.I.]
All they do is motivate, these rappers I could procreate
No debate, thinking it was over for me, your mistake
Vokas pay very close attention to what brokers say
Notice they, way beneath my level, they suppose to hate
Over they, heads so high, flow by
Lil guy couldn't reach if he tried, no lie
And I'm... So fly with no feathers
Parachute of propellers, grab it, it's so jealous
All these clowns wanna see me fall down, no fellas
What does history tell us? By now, you should know better
Spell my name with the same four letters
I'ma rain fo-ever, better get an umbrella, nigga
I suggest you respect my grind
Must follow one rule: "Let T.I. shine"
And I'm never leaving, you just have to adapt
Right now, let me welcome you back to the trap

[Chorus: T.I.]
Welcome back to the trap, and back to the grind
I'm back on my hustle with an immaculate shine
Welcome back to the trap, and back to the streets
Homie, right after I'm released, see me right back with the heat
Welcome back to the trap, and back to the grind
I'm back on my hustle with an immaculate shine
Welcome back to the trap, I'm back on my shit
If this the shit that you missin', come get right back on my dick
Welcome back to the trap