843

This track comes from Aaron Stransky's core identity — Folly Beach roots, 843 area code, the raw unfiltered version. It tackles An anthem for the 843 area code, the Charleston region, what it means to represent this part of the world in everything you do. The lyrics get specific — "From the Holy City bridges to the Folly Beach sky high" — because personal tracks on Majik's are personal for real, not performatively. The trap soul production matches the energy of the confession. It hits proud and gritty, in that order. Every personal track in the catalogue comes from a real moment, a real feeling, a real person. This one is no exception.

[verse 1] Eight four three, that's the code we live and die by From the Holy City bridges to the Folly Beach sky high Stransky repping for the coast like it's embedded in my skin Every text I send goes out with the eight four three within Charleston raised the bar on culture, food, and grace But underneath the postcard is a hustler's sacred space OG Unicorn plugged in to the Lowcountry current From James Island to Mount Pleasant, running concurrent [chorus] Eight four three, that's where I reside Eight four three, Lowcountry pride Eight four three, say it with me loud Eight four three, standing in the crowd Of legends who built this coast from the ground [verse 2] Sumter to Sullivan's, the history runs deep Swash channels and the marshland where the blue crabs creep A-A-Ron found his home where the Cooper meets the sea Where the tech scene's barely starting but it starts with me CTO of Folly Beach, eight four three's own Unconventional Technologist repping in the zone Navy brought me here, the Lowcountry made me stay Do more with less, that's the eight four three way [chorus] Eight four three, that's where I reside Eight four three, Lowcountry pride Eight four three, say it with me loud Eight four three, standing in the crowd Of legends who built this coast from the ground [bridge] Marion Square on a Saturday in spring King Street shopping while the church bells ring We got culture, we got grit, we got soul to spare Eight four three, nothing else can compare [chorus] Eight four three, that's where I reside Eight four three, Lowcountry pride Eight four three, say it with me loud Eight four three, standing in the crowd Of legends who built this coast from the ground [outro] Eight four three That's not just a number That's home