(Intro)
Yeah
Ay, haha
Real talk n***a'
Ok
King sh** right here n***a'
That's right
Grand Hustle right here n***a'
That's right
You don't like it steer clear n***a'
Zone one, Bankhead n***a'
Sunny Hill
Dis' what they waitin' on
Yeah
It's the king b**h!
(Verse 1)
Stacks on my draw, sho'
Walkin' through the mall, blow
20, 30 racks, yeah I have that also
Further more, n***as can't see me like waldo
Ya'll so sick in the head if you even thought so
I'm 9 years in this, 6 of which ive been all flow
Tryin' TI, 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 cuz I got a big dick
Don't believe it cuz I say they go and ask his b**h
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' a** need proof
Pledge allegiance to the swag
No I don't need to brag
But I do, and you just mad cuz it's true
(chorus)
Welcome back to the trap
And back to the grind
Im back on my hustle with an immaculate shine
Welcome back to the trap
And back to the streets
Homie, right after im released see me right back with the heat
Welcome back to the trap
And back to the grind
Im back on my hustle with an immaculate shine
Welcome back to the trap
Im back on my sh**
If this the sh** that your missin'
Come get right back on my dick
Welcome back to the trap
(Verse 2)
All they do is motivate, these rappers I could pro-create
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 im...
So fly with no feathers
Parachute of propellers
Grab it, it's so jealous
All these clowns wanna see me fall down, no fella's
What does history tell us, by now you should know better
Spell my name with the same four letters
Imma' rain fo'eva, better get an umbrella, n***a'
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)
Welcome back to the trap
And back to the grind
Im back on my hustle with an immaculate shine
Welcome back to the trap
And back to the streets
Homie, right after im released see me right back with the heat
Welcome back to the trap
And back to the grind
Im back on my hustle with an immaculate shine
Welcome back to the trap
Im back on my sh**
If this the sh** that your missin'
Come get right back on my dick
Welcome back to the trap!