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High Ryan
154
Hip-Hop/Rap
High Ryan was released on February 16, 2025 by Traylormade Records as a part of the album Under Dawg
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Release DateFebruary 16, 2025
LabelTraylormade Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

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Music Video

Credits

Lyrics

What's that skin?
Half of the term country rap is the word rap, right?
We ain't forget that, right?
So if you're the king, and you're just better than everybody
When are you gonna have to show me?
Hi Ryan
I've been quiet about you for a really long time Ryan
But I sat back reclined and let you shine Ryan
But then that ego started working on your mind Ryan
And drugs of all kinds Ryan
Now you done fucked around and stepped across the line, Ryan
No more lying Ryan
Some may have been begging me for years
To show your lame ass how to rhyme Ryan
I'm sure you can destroy me without even trying Ryan
(You're so fire, Ryan)
Before the haters say this ain't your beef
I've been biting my tongue with a shade throwing geek for weeks (that's right)
Me and Murs did a song with some real ATL rap legends
Soon as it drops here you come with all your dumbass shenanigans
Doing 90s stories about the girls shaking ass
It don't belong in country rap
It was a Ying Yang track you dumb fuck
Then surprisingly, church threw a new song out
To try to steer as much traffic as he could from us
I ain't been the one that saw all this, go ask Vic Excell
You scared of competition pussy boy, we know that smell
But I'm sure you're gonna say this is all in my imagination
You never heard of me the whole media situation
Truth of the matter is you ain't got to know my fucking name
Just listen when they talk about any real rappers in this lane
You ain't the king of shit, and you ain't nothing to me
The only thing you ever pioneered is how to sing off-key
(I'm on a magic mountain)
Cool, what are you three?
You and them nerd friends you keep
Should just leap right off as the peak creep squad
Y'all see this motherfucking snitch? Does y'all back in?
'Cause is this how y'all judge rap
Then maybe just stick to kayaking?
This motherfucker is a geeker, cussing at his phone
Trying to compare himself to Elvis and statues in ancient Rome
I may never sell the records you have in a billion years
But I got some you'll never have
The respect of my peers
You call them all these names on the gram acting hard
And he recorded for two weeks straight inside your fucking backyard
Without a peep, talking about how you roll so deep
You locked blocks down security on every single street
That's how cowards move
What, you got some form of paranoia?
Acting like Jelly was plotting on you
When he was out here riding for ya
Sneak recording conversations with your friends in the basement
Oh, wait, I get it, he must think he's a secret agent
Just stay stepping in like a code defender
Dear Upchurch, you think it's gonna snow this Christmas? (Oh, maybe)
I love the snow skin especially 'cause it's the color white
Talk to you later, here's my number
Call me if you'd like
Y'all ain't good rappers just 'cause y'all cuss and yell
(Y'all at your Hollow boys) y'all dumb as hell
Tried to discredit Shokah (yeah)
Goddamn trolls going stupid (that's right
Worst wrecked, rednecks hating everyone on computers
Or researching homicides that Ed would create
Retard has no evidence in a court of law maybe
You always talking about how great you are
Show and prove, ostracizing Chatty Bobby
That was a whole ass move
I was in North Carolina, that shit ain't go like you saying
You ain't do sound check, you went and bought a Harley
And stand and got up sounding like shit
Blaming it all on the band
Had them cut the lights down, and you hid your face in your hands
Charging fans 60 bucks for a fucking T-shirt
You ain't no people's champ nothing motherfucker, we work
I remember that Tennessee show when we first met Murs
You brought that lady on stage and put 500 in her purse
She was struggling, at first I thought what a great guy
But you announced the shit to everybody
Motherfucker why?
See that's the difference, it's all about this image y'all creating
That's what keeps them separated from the people that ain't faking
So internet folks if you wanna get close to Upchurch
Just kiss his ass and tag his channel to the fucking shit that works
Just go ask industry exposed, O B's boy knows
Next week he's going live sucking Upchurch's toes
Tell them all I'm clout chasing
Watch my caption is
Indirectly promote me to stay on Ryan's good side
Church, a wounded victim, personal prison hermit living nerve twitching
Flipping through his search engines
Fishing for historical symbolism
Quit staying up late, clean out your system
Put them pills down before you legitimately become a victim
So when you're saying country rappers suck
And bragging how you kill them, sorry church
I live long enough to see myself become the villain
Prove it
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