Round and round I been up for days/
Writing sounds that open lanes/
Raise the bar, set higher stakes/
I'm novacane, to these nova lames/
People wanna say Ry's an acquired taste/
While they going outta style like expiry dates, so/
Till I see Grammys in a trophy case/
And my boarding pass, reads Saint-Tropez/
Who the fuck else here wearing Alex wang?/
That's not to brag, let me show my taste/
They can't relate, that's crazy talk/
Lets get it straight, I'm crazy y'all/
I'm so insane, got my own asylum/
Talk about greats, I'm right behind em/
I don't wanna pump brakes, till I'm right beside 'em/
Accelerate, till the cities Ryan's/
Till I'm shitting diamonds/
No new friends, I sit in private/
10+ years I been at it grinding/
I ain't even tired, still at it smiling/
When I hear their verse, I'm uninspired/
But In my universe, there's no surviving/
Jumping out the cake like bad surprises/
I'm killing shit, moment of silence/
Chorus (Shortened):
So you know I gotta get it tonight/
Put this in a galleria tonight/
You know losing ain't no option/
I refuse to be forgotten tonight/
So you know I gotta get it tonight/
Verse II:
Innovate, till they can't ignore/
Figure 8, kids back for more/
I'm in a state, my mind was bored/
So I made a lane, where i perform/
I'm Louie Kang to these 'Street Fighters'/
Kryptonite, till they sit in silence/
Hypocrites, spitting false rhyming/
While I'm crucified, for being Ryan/
Get buck wild, this cities ours/
Fuck trends, you sold out/
Got my own brand, my own sound/
Generic Derrick, sit the fuck down/
Go not fangs, they all bark/
We're different leagues, change ball parks/
I'm propane, to these false starters/
Got no veins, I'm cold hearted/uh/
I'm a cold bastard/
But on Pluto I'm a cold martian/
I'm eating dawg, but I rap starving/
They retire more, than John Farnham/
And I'm speeding past em/
Writing bars, while I'm 9 til' fivin', look/
I ain't ever stopping till they google Ry/
And they be booking me for shows in the Guggenheim/
Chorus (Extended):
Galleria chorus:
So you know I gotta get it tonight/
Put this in a galleria tonight/
You know losing ain't no option/
I refuse to be forgotten/
So you know I gotta get it tonight/
Which critic wants it?!/
The day I quit, my cities lost it/
You be in the club, just sitting dormant/
Couldn't say the last time, I stopped recording/
I posterise these poster boys/
Poltergeist, to these poser boys/
Get pulverised, the way I'm poised/
They're polarized, my potent voice/
Young kid with his hand on the trigger/
Be scared for the summer and prepared for the winter/
And I got a fucking temper you should never think I'm frontin'/
With a million fuckin' hits go see what I'm becomin' huh?/
What?!/ Did I mother fucking stutter?!/
Me and Ham going ham that's word to my mother/
Cinematic song you could put it in a theatre/
With a rap so good, it be in a galleria/