Look out Ryan

Ryan’s in the mirror, reflection unclear,

Rapping like a clown but he’s drowning in fear.

Stuck in a loop, tangled in his same old rhymes,

Clock ticks louder, he’s runnin' outta time.

Look out, ryan , the south’s got a Kevin ,

Nashville streets 'bout to sing like heaven,

With Bars so sharp, they cut through the up church noise,

I’m carving out a brand new sound, so fuck you,

You fake holler boy

Kevin spit a line, made the up church cry,

Bassline stompin', as a tear drops from Ryan’s eye

Like Whiskey on rocks, the buzz don’t stop

So step back and watch,

Up church fall like a stack of jenga blocks

A nashville breeze, carryin' a new sound,

His Words hit harder than boots on the ground.

Look out, ryan , the south’s got a Kevin ,

Nashville streets 'bout to sing like heaven,

With Bars so sharp, they cut through the up church noise,

I’m carving out a brand new sound, so fuck you,

You fake holler boy

Ryan’s world crumbles, he tries to rebuild it in a rhyme,

Fuck you Ryan , watch a new king arise

Washed up holler boy, bout to get a big surprise,

Yeah,

Look out, ryan , the south’s got a Kevin ,

Nashville streets 'bout to sing like heaven,

With Bars so sharp, they cut through the up church noise,

I’m carving out a brand new sound, so fuck you,

You fake holler boy