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