[Verse] In the heart of Atlanta, where the Southern heat meets the concrete I spit my truth, my life's a beat, my words the keys to the scene The rhythm in my soul, the echo of the streets A blend of soul and hip-hop, my sound's unique, can't compete [Chorus] Atlanta Grit, my voice, my story A fusion of sounds, a raw, emotive glory The beat's my pulse, the hook's my heart Every line's a battle, a work of art [Verse 2] From the folk tales of old to the rock guitar's grind I weave the sounds, my tapestry's a blend of the mind Hip-hop's the backbone, the soul's the drive Together we rise, against the tide, we thrive [Outro] Atlanta's streets raised me, her beats embraced My music's the proof, the grit, the grace So feel the rhythm, let the hook embed Atlanta Grit, until the end