[Intro: Rawn Angeles]
Ayo 3rd where you been at?
Show 'em that heater

[Chorus: Gerald Alston of The Manhattans]
Let me lift your mind to a new horizon
Let me Explain somethin' to you
I have a love for you that's really real
I just can't help the way I feel

[Verse 1: Southeast 3rd]
Still recordin' on Madris while Vic is makin' it happen
Slappin' that Rosecrans shit it still be on my address
I was takin' a seat I started to feel the heat
The homies was gettin' hotter while I was getting degrees
I was up at The Beach I really didn't believe
The love I had for thе culture was flawed I saw the dеcrease
Then I saw the police still bombin' us in the streets
They livin' above the law we thaw from under the sheets
Leavin' cold cases, no payment for snow faces
Justa bold statement, start sprayin' on old racists
With the PUMP, PUMP, another coffin for a body
While the labels started callin' I was poppin' with My Bonnie
Yeah My Bonnie got a body but mama moved to the Chi
Soar through the sky, baby come back like 4 to the 5
Jordan could show me, Bron just brought us a trophy
It's crazy when you start thinking how COVID coulda saved Kobe
(Take a shot for him) you couldn't shut down my bars
Year 2020 vision just couldn't have seen the scars
City of Champions, reign, we just flooded the streets
Made an ocean outta Los Angeles traffic turn to a beach
I'mma 562 Southeast Los legend
I'mma Brown Boy Baby you hate it I get it
I'm Southeast 3rd if you don't understand the history
Quit rap, came back, to out-rap the industry
3rd
[Chorus: Gerald Alston of The Manhattans]
Let me lift your mind to a new horizon
Let me Explain somethin' to you
I have a love for you that's really real
I just can't help the way I feel

[Interlude: Rosecrans Vic]
3rd! Where you at bro?
I swear to God bro this the 3rd time you do this shit
Going AWOL
Bro I been having labels hit me up
What do I tell them? What do I-what
I don't where you at bro I really don't know
TAP IN

[Verse 2: Southeast 3rd]
Aztec goddess, brown beans, cookin' rice
Black queen, that thing, drive me crazy with no license
I might just, bring you to my moms you enticin'
Million dollar smile but that booty on you priceless
Bands, I got plans, I done had a couple fans
I was 16 snappin' quarterbackin' for the Rams
Here I am, in a jam, I don't really understand
How we let the world tell us that we do it for the 'gram
Yooou internet chirpin', birds wanna Birkin
Airbody rappin' turnin' clout to a verse
I turned to a ghost and a mystery, I wasn't too fond of the industry
Had to get rid of my misery trippin' they wasn't respectin' the history this is me
Ranting and shooting a cannon they singin' not rappin' my R&B jammin'
I'm duckin' and scrambilin' artists is panickin' they be like damn it to see me come back again
(Woah)…yeah, damn it's gotta be 3rd
D-damn it's gotta be 3rd, what's the mothafuckin' word?
3rd
[Outro: DrainTheGod]
Yo 3rd, where you at?
Head to the studio
We gon' put in some work n***a

[Sample plays out]
(I could show you a lot)
Unlike the others
Girl I won't play around with your heart
(If I'd known you first)
You wouldn't be hurting
(Ooo, ooo, ooooo)
I would've given you love
Love, love, love, love-love