Hardest in Atlanta

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Hardest in the A, boy
Yeah, yeah (ayy)
[Verse 1]
From the Southside to the North, they salute when I slide
You just talking on the net, I’m a rumor in real life
Heard they asking who the one? they describing my face
Every time I drop a line, whole city vibrate
I’ve been really in the mud, got it out that red clay
You been really in the club, tryna shoot a clip on stage
That boy got a head on his shoulders, he thinking he boss
I’ll knock it off, treat his crown like it came with a cost (boom)
Big stepper, pebble in my shoe worth more than your advance
I don’t argue with a peasant, I just tax him for a glance
You a name on a flier, I’m the reason that they come
You a like, you a comment, I’m the smoke, I’m the sun (yeah)
[Chorus]
Hardest in Atlanta, say my name with your chest
You just tryna go viral, I’m tryna go legend, that’s a flex
That boy got a head on his shoulders, he talking too reckless, I cough
I line him up, fade him out quick
I’ll knock it off, I’ll knock it off (yeah)
Hardest in Atlanta, from the west to the east
You be begging for a feature, I be picking who can speak
That boy got a head on his shoulders, he thinking he never can fall
I pull up calm, tilt my hat twice
Then knock it off, then knock it off (pow)
[Verse 2]
You ain’t really from the city, you just renting you a view
Got the zip code tatted, but the neighbors never knew
I was trapping out a Honda, dreams bigger than the trunk
Now the driveway look like traffic, every car a different month
You be flashing on the ‘Gram, but your pockets saying grace
I’ve been stacking in the silence, every dollar know its place
Try to press me at a show? all that tough talk soft
Got a circle full of hitters, they’ll knock it off, knock it off (ayy)
I remember eating crumbs, now the roof getting peeled
You remember making threats, now your jaw getting sealed
You a goofy in designer, I’m a king in a tee
You a verse for the laughter, I’m a verse for the streets (facts)
[Chorus]
Hardest in Atlanta, say my name with your chest
You just tryna go viral, I’m tryna go legend, that’s a flex
That boy got a head on his shoulders, he talking too reckless, I cough
I line him up, fade him out quick
I’ll knock it off, I’ll knock it off
Hardest in Atlanta, from the west to the east
You be begging for a feature, I be picking who can speak
That boy got a head on his shoulders, he thinking he never can fall
I pull up calm, tilt my hat twice
Then knock it off, then knock it off (yeah)

rap, Dark trap banger, skittering hi-hats and snarling 808s under male vocals. Verses stay tight and menacing with close-mic delivery, ad-libs tucked in the sides; hook explodes with gang vocals and a stepped-up drum pattern. Minimal eerie keys for tension, bass hits like a body blow, mix centers the vocal bite and punchlines., hip hop