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Six three south side legend

Hyde park on my back

Nah Boy I ain’t no Hooper

Really I just run track

All my tracks got truth

Most of y’all like what’s that

That’s a shame

Cuz most of us rearrange

The little things that we say

To make us feel aye ok

Then honesty goes away

I promised I wouldn’t say no names

But I am a product of Noname

Femmy, Jamila

The whole gang

Saba and Vic

Chano and Mick

Joe chilliams and Add 2

Joey purp, Frsh , Matt Muse

Once shorties now they grown winnin'

Props to YOUMEDIA past due

I am a product of honesty

No fake, feaux, no apologies

Goin dummy but I’m still scholarly

Its a lot of things

That I got to bring

This is my time to contribute

If I make you think then that’s cuz I meant to

If I make you feel then that’s in ya mental

Give you a vision of things that I been through

I came out here on a soul mission

Help our voices get more attention

Young preacher to the hood

Help the block get the point like I’m goal tending

I do not rap to be respected

That is a given, you get the message

I got a story, you gotta hear it

Allow me to give you a new perspective

This is The Third—Trey

First day I rapped was a Thursday

Listened to Rap since the third grade

This was my stage in the first place

I wanna rewrite the narrative

For Cloud rappers and they character

Make a change

And make some change

They don’t hear

Nah they don’t hear me

Ain’t no such thing as a cloud rapper

Ain’t no back then or now rappers

Only hip hop and do better

I might write them a new letter

I am a product of lyricists

I am a product of trappers and clappers

I honestly hope that you hearin' this

Maybe then you’ll get my vision

They do not hear me gee like--

Most people best rappers like--

Favorite rappers started on here

And they gon' trash us for being--

Aye just wait till the come up

Verse 2: The Third

I remember CDs

They would sign the front believe me

Independent rappers freed me

Independent

Get up in it

Skip a limit

Flip the digits

This how we be/

You on the cloud you ain’t holdin' nothin'

The cloud where I start going gold or something

If they name ain’t Lamar I don’t owe them nothing

This is that south side

I got a cousin where Brown died

Money be short but the smile wide

Kept on rappin' till ma had crown I

Mastered the form of my platform

College graduate they glad for him

They mad at him but his soul gifted

Feelin' myself like my phone missin'/

Tell em its Sound Cloud, Tidal, Spotify

And Imma put em on the spot if I

Ever catch em using Sound Cloud

Just to box a rapper in

They won’t ever win

They say we can’t ever qualify

And now I know where the problem lies

Everybody wanna be famous

But won’t do the work

Or monopolize

Spend money just to make money

That’s the motto we should monetize

Cuz that means you don’t really want it every time you say that you don’t got the time

I spin realer

And I’m makin' change

This is common sense over dollar signs

I don’t care how you stream it boy this is column Pillar never colonized