T.I. — 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