[Intro]
Yo, this for the A, where the streets stay hummin’,
ATL vibin’, from the trap to the summit.
Southern-fried soul with that old school spark,
Let’s ride through the city, light the streets in the dark.
[Verse 1]
I’m cruisin’ down Peachtree, windows low, bass thumpin’,
ATL my heart, where the hustle keep jumpin’.
From the West End corners to the lights in Midtown,
Every block got a story, every sound hold it down.
Got the trap house beats mixin’ with the old soul,
Granny’s greens on the stove while the youngins flow.
I’m spittin’ for the dreamers in the heart of Bankhead,
For the poets in the cypher keepin’ hope ‘stead of dread.
Bars sharper than the blades on a Chevy’s rims,
Paint drippin’ candy, shinin’ bright like hymns.
[Chorus]
In the A, we rise, keep the fire in our soul,
From the trap to the stage, yeah, we takin’ control.
Southern heat with that classic vibe, we roll,
ATL forever, let the story be told!
[Verse 2]
I’m posted in Decatur, where the vibes stay gritty,
East Atlanta hustle, paint the struggle of the city.
From the Fox Theatre glow to the Clermont’s neon,
Every corner got a spark, every block we lean on.
I’m flippin’ flows like a short-order cook at Waffle House,
Scattered, smothered bars, servin’ truth with the clout.
Got the spirit of OutKast, the grind of T.I.,
Mixin’ Dungeon Family soul with the trap we supply.
Rhymes glide like the MARTA train at dusk,
Kickin’ dust from the red clay, in the A we trust.
[Interlude]
Hold up, let the beat breathe, feel the pulse of the South,
This that dirty ATL, from the heart to the mouth.
From Zone 6 to the SWATS, we connect,
Raise the flag for the city, show respect!
[Verse 3]
[Smooth Rhodes piano, hi-hats double-time]
I’m penning scriptures for the kids on Campbellton Road,
Where the hustle don’t stop, and the dreams overload.
Got the preacher’s choir swayin’ with the trapper’s chant,
In the A, we blend the holy with the street’s expanse.
I’m dodgin’ potholes, both in life and the pavement,
Chasin’ legacy, buildin’ bars for the basement.
From the AUC’s scholars to the strippers’ hustle,
Every soul in the city got a piece of the puzzle.
My flow’s a river, carvin’ paths through the pines,
Every verse a love letter to Atlanta’s signs.
[Chorus]
In the A, we rise, keep the fire in our soul,
From the trap to the stage, yeah, we takin’ control.
Southern heat with that classic vibe, we roll,
ATL forever, let the story be told!
[Verse 4]
I’m ridin’ through East Point, where the history’s deep,
Collard green dreams and the rhymes that we keep.
Got the bounce of the South, with the heart of the old,
Every bar’s a spark, lightin’ streets paved with gold.
From the Strip to Sweet Auburn, we carry the crown,
MLK’s legacy, yeah, we holdin’ it down.
I’m spittin’ for the hustlers flippin’ hope in the trap,
For the poets in the park with the mic in their lap.
Switch the flow, let it snap like a Georgia peach,
Every line’s a sermon, every bar’s a speech.
[Bridge]
This for the A, where the culture don’t fade,
From the Freaknik days to the modern parade.
This for the rebels with the paint on their ride,
For the dreamers in the city keepin’ hope alive.
[Verse 5]
I’m closin’ out the track with a shout to the soil,
Red clay dreams, where we grind and we toil.
From the skyline glow to the streets of Vine City,
Every bar’s a brick to build a legacy that’s gritty.
I’m a griot with the mic, paintin’ murals with sound,
For the A, we stay loud, never bowin’ to the crown.
Got the soul of Goodie Mob, the fire of the South,
Every rhyme’s a revolution spillin’ out of my mouth.
Ayo, the beat’s my canvas, the mic’s my flame,
Carvin’ Atlanta’s heart in the hall of fame.
[Outro]
[Beat slows, faint gospel hum fades]
Yo, that’s the A, where the hustle don’t sleep,
Southern soul with the city’s heartbeat.
From the past to the now, we keep it alive,
ATL, we forever, peace, love, survive.