I REALLY EVOLVED…
INTO RIAN WYLD
AROUND 2014, 2015…
THAT WAS A LIFE DEFINING TIME
MY BIOLOGICAL BROTHER, IS RYAN
AND SO MY WHOLE ARTIST NAME IS
HOW I LIKE, CARRY HIM WITH ME
BECAUSE I LOST HIM TO GUN VIOLENCE
YOU SAY YOU CARRY HIS NAME THROUGH RYAN
SO WHERE DID THE WYLD PART COME FROM?
People I once looked up to
I kicked em off they pedestal
I remember being hungry
Trust me life is better full
Thinking he could push me out the way
But he aint got that pull
It’s a new era beloved
N*** go back to school
Out with all the old ways
Of pleasing people to succeed
It’s more likely ima smack yo icon
Fo’ I’m on my knees
Blame Nas Telling me “I can be what I wanna be”
I don’t look up to your idol
keep my eyes in front of me
tell you, you ain’t even gotta have a talent
just a following
tell you, you aint gotta write yo records
Get to swallowin
n*** ever violate my body?
It’s a problem b***!
N ***a ever violate my body
meeting hollow tips
real rap Rian really raw no writers
Wyld thang spit fire all my real wons know what’s up
So f*** you! and ya co sign!
B*** I own mine!
Everybody know the independent route is a slow ride
Love to all my people
Making waves
In the low tides
Goddess turn me up
This my 90 in a 45
God been Good
God been GREAT
HATER STAY MAD
I CANT RELATE
SOME CALL IT LUCK
I CALL IT FATE
THEY ASKING BOUT MY
NEXT MOVE?
JUST WAIT
God been Good
(So good)
God been GREAT
(So great)
HATER STAY MAD
(Stay mad)
I CANT RELATE
(I can’t)
SOME CALL IT LUCK
I CALL IT FATE
THEY ASKING BOUT MY
NEXT MOVE?
JUST WAIT
His PR got him on that Hush hush
That’s a smart move
Clown activities got legends lookin cartoon
Sha Tha Goddess On the beat
Everything a CAR TUNE
Roll the windows DOWN
Then TURN UP the VOLUME
Real recognize real Who the f*** is you?
d**** riding comments make him buss for you?
F**** you and ya homie he a buster too
Said what I said Now what you gone do?
I know the type of man you are I see this often
Hatin on my powers cuz my name
ain’t Austin
Bum Boy hate to see a woman be a boss b***
sick of me now? my next move keep you nauseous
God been Good
God been GREAT
HATER STAY MAD
I CANT RELATE
SOME CALL IT LUCK
I CALL IT FATE
THEY ASKING BOUT MY
NEXT MOVE?
JUST WAIT
God been Good
(So good)
God been GREAT
(So great)
HATER STAY MAD
(Stay mad)
I CANT RELATE
(I can’t)
SOME CALL IT LUCK
I CALL IT FATE
THEY ASKING BOUT MY
NEXT MOVE?
JUST WAIT
MY GOD BEEN GOOD
MY GOD BEEN GREAT
HATER STAY MAD
I CAN’T REALTE
SOME CALL IT LUCK
I CALL IT FATE
DON’T ASK ME BOUT MY NEXT MOVE JUST WAIT
OH
HE’S BEEN GOOD
OH
JUST WAIT
HE’S BEEN GOOD TO ME
HE’S BEEN GOOD
REAL REAL GOOD
HE’S BEEN GOOD
REAL REAL GOOD
REALL REAL GOOD
HE’S BEEN GOOD
GOD’S BEEN
Comments
World on fire
timbaland in my comments
World wide protest
timbaland in my comments
we losing rights every day
timbaland in my comments
if he an icon and he paid
why timbaland in my comments?
could be anywhere
in the world
timbaland here you are
chat somebody stop me if I take this shit too far
Clown activities by superstars we grew up on
I might have to thank you for the record that I blew up on
wasn’t gonna take it here
wasn’t getting this involved
You can’t speak on music no more
you co-signing pinky doll
you not giving feed back
TIMBO out here chasing clout
TIMBALAND on TikTok dropping bands on pinky
GOONING out
YIKES
everything in the dark
coming to the light
taking credit for music you ain’t even write
A THEIFVIN NIGGA THATS THAT SHIT I DONT LIKE
“ALL MUSIC IS BLAND AND BORING SINCE THIS ELECTION?”
Is that some coonery I’m detecting?
With everything going on
THATS YOUR MESSAGE?
WE LOST ONE CHAT
HE A SELL OUT
NOT A LEGEND
TIMBO U DELUSIONAL
TIMBO CHRONICALLY ONLINE
GET SOME FRESH AIR TIMB
TOUCH GRASS GO OUTSIDE
MAYBE LOG OUT OF YOUR TWITCH
TAKE A BREAK FROM THE CHAT
FIGHTING FOR YOUR LIFE IN THESE COMMENTS
YOU AINT NOTICE THAT?
TIMBO GOT HIS ASS OUT
IM ABOUT TO CASH OUT
MONETIZE THE MOMENT A ICON
BECAME A CRASH OUT
TIMBO GOING OUT BAD
IMA WITNESS
SHIT SAD
DON’T BABYGIRL ME MY NIGGA
YOU’RE NOT MY DAD
DONT BABYGIRL ME WITH THE ALLEGATIONS YOU GOT👀
DONT BABYGIRL ME WHEN YOU OUT HERE “SIGNING” AI
YO OPINION ON MY MUSIC
I DO NOT REMEMBER ASKIN
OLD WASHED UP NIGGAS
IS NOT MY DEMOGRAPHIC
NO LOVE FOR THE CULTURE
NO RESPECT
NO PASSION
Timbo IN MY COMMENTS
COULD BE ANYWHERE
ON ANY ATLAS
you losing it TIMB
I think you should take break
If not for your own nigga
Do it for ya children sake
Things could’ve been different
could’ve been like Pharrell
real recognize real
there’s a difference we can tell
Kiss goodbye your legacy
Kiss goodbye your reputation
You used to be iconic
Now you just a washed up and a hater
now you getting exposed
for the lame ass shit you do
stopping artist from eating
cuz they ain’t break bread with you
you don’t pay yo employees
Now yo ass is getting sued
Is that why you charging indie artist for music reviews?
World on fire
timbaland in my comments
World wide protests
timbaland in my comments
we losing rights every day
timbaland in my comments
If he an icon and he paid
why timbaland in my comments?
Hold on
feat. tish tunes
Can I talk to you for a moment?
I just wanna tell you keep going
Not tryna tell you to be strong
I just wanna tell you hold on
Slow down babygirl
Take a moment for yourself
Smile like an angel
But I know you lived through hell
I know you independent and
I know you do it well
Know you going through some things
I can look at you and tell
There’s a burden that you carry
That you can’t put on a shelf
A fire that’s within you
That you can’t put out yourself
Some memories you hold onto
That’s been weighing you down
I don’t want you to sink and
I don’t want you to drown
Cuz you hold back every tear ’til nobody else around
I know the type of thoughts you whispering quietly to yourself
“The world would be so much better if I wasn’t around”
Nobody really cares people only let you down
But I’m here to let you know that
You are not your thoughts
Cant recognize a win if you never took a loss
I know life’s hard I’m not saying that it’s not
Im just saying to keep going to give it everything you got
So I don’t want you to stop
I want you to know it’s safe to open up again
Take a moment take a break
Take time when you need it because life is not a race
It’s a journey it’s a blessing it’s what Nipsey Hussle say
It’s a marathon please remember that
You been questioning your worth?
This the end of that
You are stronger than you think
Even when you feel hopeless
Even when you wanna end it all
You gotta keep going
Can I talk to you for a moment?
I just wanna tell you keep going
Not tryna tell you to be strong
I just wanna tell you hold on
Heavy feeling in yo chest
Sadness when you breathe
You sleeping with depression
You been waking up with grief
You been chillin with anger
You been lacking what you need
Feel locked down by your trauma
You just trying to get free
I know the feeling I see myself looking in your eyes
This the moment the night is darkest before sunrise
I know it’s scary just keep your eyes focused on the light
Just hold on for tonight you gonna be alright
Cant have a break through
’Til something in life breaks you
If you take your time healing you’ll find out where life takes you
I promise you that it’s worth it
I promise you have a purpose
I promise a flower can’t grow without knowing where the dirt is
That’s the Beauty in pain
Tears become rain
So them fall
Release your shame
As you grow
You find new hope
But to move on
You must let go
Can I talk to you for a moment?
I just wanna tell you keep going
Not tryna tell you to be strong
I just wanna tell you hold on
Feat. Tish Tunes
hug
Hug ya homies
Hug ya friends
Hug ya people
hug ya folks
Wrap ya arms round em tight
Hold onto em keep em close
The ones you can’t link up with
Make sure you link em on the phone
Make sure you Check up on ya people
So that they know they not alone
Hug ya people hug ya folks
might be the last hug
and you ain’t even know
we all got a day that
God gon’ call us home
this life’s temporary
that we know fah sho
if I had one wish
I’d wish to live once mo’
don’t gotta live forever
I just want more time
with all tha homies that
was way too young to die
I think about em often
still breakdown and cry
there’s never a right answer to the question - why?
why it end like this?
why you leave so soon?
why they love guns more than all the kids in school?
If God is in control why He ain’t save you?
why we only come together at a funeral?
I lost a homie every year
For the past 3 years
never know if the new year will be yo last year here
I try to make a difference with the time
I have left here
I know way too many people that should still be here
Hug ya homies
Hug ya friends
Hug ya people
hug ya folks
Wrap ya arms round em tight
Hold onto em keep em close
The ones you can’t link up with
Make sure you link em on the phone
Make sure you Check up on ya people
So that they know they not alone
Hug ya people
Hug ya folks
Why the good die young?
It’s really so unfair
I question God where you at? do You even care?
I lost some homies to drugs
I lost some to the streets
Lost some homies to suicide
lost some to disease
the body dies but I heard the spirit lives on free
and since they can’t no more we gotta always dream
gotta live for the ones that’s no longer here
Gotta operate in empathy and love not fear
Hug ya homies
Hug ya friends
Hug ya people
hug ya folks
Wrap ya arms round em tight
Hold onto em keep em close
The ones you can’t link up with
Make sure you link em on the phone
Make sure you Check up on ya people
and If you love them Let them know
Hug ya people hug ya folks
Poor poet
Feat. Jazmin yvonne
if you got a dream gotta go for it
whatcha gonna show for it?
might not get no dough for it
might just die a poor poet
if you got a dream gotta go for it
whatcha gonna show for it?
might not get no dough for it
might just die a poor poet
everyday i'm dreaming of
waking up without demons and
people actually believing in me
I wonder do they see the shit that I see?
Do they feel what I feel?
is my music not real enough for ya?
i ain’t pop enough steel, enough for ya?
or lie about it
hard to desensitize something i've actually lived
waking up in the night fear for my own life
traumatized by the dark I gotta reach for the light
recite the lord's prayer til' i'm feeling alright
my soul's released every timeI go to pick up the mic
if I never make a million i'll be aight
even the poorest poet can live an infinite life
as long as i write i can make my wrongs feel right
as long as i fight i can rest in hope at night
my faith is my sight i stand on my vision
my future is written in metaphors and melodies, human conditions
the dead and the living speak and i listen i find what was missing
just a girl that's aware that she's gifted
the atmosphere shifted
i can feel it in the air i believed in myself when nobody else cared
been mentally prepared, what matters most i never gave into my fears
and yea i'm still here
if you got a dream gotta go for it
whatcha gonna show for it?
might not get no dough for it
might just die a poor poet
if you got a dream gotta go for it
whatcha gonna show for it?
might not get no dough for it
might just die a poor poet
i know a poor poet
she barley make ends meet
performing live inspires minds everytime she speaks
her mama told her
"pick a field that's more concrete, dreams are nice but you need more stability"
well mama i don't give a fuck who not feeling me
realistically speaking be killing me
i believe in my wildest dreams and as wild as it seems a
poor poer is actually supreme
cuz serving drinks for money is somtimes demeaning
they treat you kind of funny for no reason
other than my curls and melanin is treason
i believe God humble me for good reason
what you gonna show for it?
are you gonna go for it?
you scared to fall for it?
risk it all for it?
questions for you to consider
if you gave up on it now would you live life bitter?
go for it
i'll go toe to toe for it
look the devil in his eyes
i aint scared to die for it
many nights i cried for it
might've even lied for it
good intentions,
passion beyond comprehension
if you got a dream gotta go for it
whatcha gonna show for it?
might not get no dough for it
might just die a poor poet
if you got a dream gotta go for it
whatcha gonna show for it?
might not get no dough for it
might just die a poor poet
Becoming
They think they’re looking down on me but they’re looking up
Thinking this gon’ be my end
I watch them underestimate while I levitate to a higher conscious space
Beauty wisdom grace
It’s not written on my face
It’s in the marks that stretch a long my waist
I’m taking a new shape…
Supreme being
Beyond seeing
Intuition Embody love in a hateful world
I call that gifted
I breed life
Breathe life
I have no limits
I overcome
I never run
God as my witness
I make a way and I take away the good from the bad
I see the lessons I see the blessings in being sad
I take my time
I take what’s mine
I Fight for it
God gave me this life cuz I’m right for it
Priceless
Righteous
Tap into the deep parts of me as I write this
Emotional Intellect
What they fear they disrespect
The power of a woman isn’t something man can put in check
Tell me I should lay down, I should stay down…
But I got so much more to say now
This my purpose
Yo opinions
Worthless
I’m learning what my worth is
God said that I’m to die for
Blessed me with a love that I’ll eternally ride for
Tears of happiness
I’m becoming a mother this really is happening
What’s falling from my eyes?
Tears of happiness
I’m becoming a mother
This really is happening
Emergency Room
If this the last verse i spit i better come correct
Money and power optional
I demand respect
Rappers pop a lot of SHIT
Thinking they wont get checked
No matter who I’m up against I’m never second best
Cuz everybody rap today but few do it with passion
When God made me he put a little too much black girl Magic
Mix it up
mixed with what?
with the luck of the irish
from a town near the ‘burbs
known for its violence
Kids beefing, mothers weeping
But no one call the cops
Cuz they dont want to risk the chance
Of someone else getting shot
He threw his homie in the back seat
And sped off down the street
Every red light looking at the blood on his seats
his other homie took his shirt and put it over the wound
His best friend mama calling now
He forced to give her the news
“Ms Johnson I’m sorry you gotta come thru”
They shot ya son we on the way to the emergency room
You gotta come thru they shot your son we on the way to the emergency room
You gotta come thru they shot your son we on the way to the emergency room
You gotta come thru they shot your son we on the way to the emergency room
You gotta come thru they shot your son we on the way to the emergency room
A lot on my mind
I GOT A LOT ON MY MIND
I GOT A LOT
I GOT A LOT
YOU KNOW I GOT A LOT
I GOT A LOT ON MY MIND
I GOT A LOT
I GOT A
I GOT A LA LA LOT
I GOT A LOT ON MY MIND
AM I RUNNING OUT OF TIME?
AM I LIVING IN MY PRIME?
ON WHICH DAY WILL I DIE?
IS MY MAMA ALRIGHT?
OR IT IS JUST A LIE?
WHEN I ASK HER HOW SHE DOIN
AND SHE TELL ME THAT SHE FINE?
SEE MY FAM BEEN THROUGH A LOT
WE ALL EACH OTHER GOT
2013 LOST POPS
2014 BROTHER SHOT
SEE I KNOW THIS WORLD COLD
MAKE MUSIC FROM MY SOUL
MAKE MONEY IS THE GOAL
HUNNIT BANDS YEA FOR A SHOW
WHO HATES ON THE LOW?
WHO ACTUALLY MAD?
WHO SMILES IN MY FACE WAITS TO STAB ME IN THE BACK?
WONDER WILL I HAVE TO SWITCH UP
SELL MY SOUL TO MAKE THE BIG BUCKS?
WILL I HAVE TO NIP TUCK JUST TO MAKE IT IN THIS BUSINESS?
WILL I GO INSANE?
WILL I HATE THE FAME?
WILL ALL THE MONEY I MAKE TAKE AWAY THE PAIN?
WILL THIS REALLY HAPPEN?
MAKE A LIVING OFF A RAPPING
DID I MAKE THE RIGHT MOVE
GO TO SCHOOL INSTEAD OF TRAPPIN?
I GOT A LOT ON MY MIND
I GOT A LOT
I GOT A LOT
YOU KNOW I GOT A LOT
I GOT A LOT ON MY MIND
I GOT A LOT
I GOT A
I GOT A LA LA LOT
MIND RACIN’
BOUT THE BAG I’M CHASIN’
ONLY GOT ONE LIFE
AM I GONNA WASTE IT?
AM I MEDIOCRE OR FUCKIN AMAZIN’?
AM I A GENIUS OR JUST FUCKIN CRAZY?
WHY THEY HAD TO KILL MY BRO?
LOTTA QUESTIONS, NEED TO KNOW
IF I GIVE IT ALL TO GOD WILL HE KILL THESE N***S SLOW?
CONCERNS AND WHYS
BOY A LOT GOES ON MY MIND
A LOTTA SMILING OUTSIDE, HOLDING IN CRIES
YOU KNOW I HAD TO BOSS UP
REVENUE
HAD TO GET MY COST UP
KNOW THAT I’M GORGEOUS
HAD TO MAKE MY FLOW FLAWLESS
LET THEM KNOW I’M THE RAWEST
VIBES RAW LIKE SUSH I
N***S WON’T BELIEVE ME
’TIL THEY SEE ME DRIPPED IN GUCCI
WONDERING “WHO SHE?”
CALL ME A NEWBIE?
ON GOD I BEEN GRINDIN’ 10 YEARS REALLY AND TRULY
ITS A WRAP NOW LIKE DOOBIES
IMA WHOLE SNACK LIKE SCOOBY
NEVER BEEN NO GROUPIE
PUT THAT ON MY COOCHIE
FLIPPIN’ HITS LIKE I’M FLIPPIN’ BRICKS
HATERS MAD, MAKE EM SICK
I’M WAY UP LIKE I CAUGHT A LICK
GOT A LOT CUZ I THOUGHT OF IT
GRAMMY NOM’S YEA I’M CALLIN IT
TAKE OVER I WANT ALL OF IT
GOT A LOT CUZ I WORKED FOR IT
WHATS ON MY MIND?
I DESERVE IT, B***
I GOT A LOT ON MY MIND
I GOT A LOT
I GOT A LOT
YOU KNOW I GOT A LOT
I GOT A LOT ON MY MIND
I GOT A LOT
I GOT A
I GOT A LA LA LOT
MIND RACIN’
BOUT THE BAG I’M CHASIN’
ONLY GOT ONE LIFE
AM I GONNA WASTE IT?
AM I MEDIOCRE OR FUCKIN AMAZIN’?
AM I A GENIUS OR JUST FUCKIN CRAZY?
MAYBE I’M JUST CRAZY..
She is me
Feat. jazmin Yvonne
confession
i know i am a blessing
but standards of the world make me wonder
question
is something missin?
do i fit the description
of a girl considered
beautiful, talented and gifted?
can we talk?
talk about it
i'd love an answer
do cup size, waist lines
help you decide if you romance her?
my auntie had breast cancer
can't take for granted what we're given
do you think silicone injections equal better livin?
listen
this might make some uncomfortable
if we find an answer we'll live happy like the huxtables
one big family
what i been planning would be easy but,
society is so so demanding it's
so, so demanding
hard to undo all the damage
she would rather be
anything but her
she don't like what she sees
when she looks into the mirror
she is me
she is me
her reflection reflecting everythig she hates
her worth based off everything she ain't
she's an artist face is the canvas
make up the paint
the beauty of possibilty on a paper that's blank
she vomit in the silence
i'm ugly and overweight
suicidal self hate
never been on a date
i control my own fate
drink till i'm dizzy
tie a noose let my pain loose
fuck it no one here gon' miss me
born into abandonment
left in a basket
born alone
die alone
no flowers for my casket
step daddy stepped over boundaries shouldv'e never crossed
innocence was stolen
mama screaming out it's all your fault
she don't know her smile her greatest assest
lacking confidence till surgery fixes her flat chest
hard for her to love herself
comparing everythig she got to somebody else
she would rather be
anything but her
she don't like what she sees
when she looks into the mirror
she is me
she is me
