High Ryan

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