Link to the mixtape:
Boss Savage on Fleek
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You can’t even spell with us
You can’t even hang man
Sometimes I hit that stanky leg
But you know I bang man
Got a lot of thoughts now
Call that shit a train jam
Save it for a rainy day
But I make it rain man
Better pop your umbrellas
Because I’m poppin’ them bottles
I’m in that Ford GT
While I’m feelin’ them models
You see that money comin’ in
Look like I won the lotto
Becky look at that butt
OMG is the motto
Really now…are you serious?
Hop on a beat faded, call that shit delirious
When I ask a question
Just know that I ain’t curious
I just wanna know the truth
Lie and I’ll be furious
You the type of dude to talk big like you real tough
I’m the type of dude to beat your ass with that real talk
Just kidding homie…I’m a pacifist
But talk bad about my family and I’ll surely pass a fist
You fail at keeping up with me
You are never passing this
Write my rhymes at Augusta
Cuz no one else can Master this!
Your girl call me Bubba
I got that bitch Rorying
Took two extra strokes
But boy I ain’t bogeying
She’s about to choke, kinda like Speith
She keeps Dustin my Johnson
I’ll two-putt in her teeth
You just shot it in the creek
Your driver is so weak
I just shot it in her bunker
Now I’m Tiger when that leaked
Alright enough of that shit
PGA is too boring
I said I’m only flying forward
As my backswing is soaring
6 foot 7 foot how tall it don’t matter
Get you right at the source
Have you pissin through your bladder
OK I’m snapping too much
Send me to an asylum
All the noise I’ve been making I just need to sit in silence
You will never learn to be fly And boy I am a pilot
Phony rappers spitting lies
Give the number I will dial it
Need some recessatating
Gotta hit you with that Heimlich
You better keep your girl
Before I get behind it
I told her back that ass up
And boy she did rewind it
You just a role player
Kirk Hinrich
D Conrad (Rap Tutorial)
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(Hook)
I said I’ll meet that chick, at TD Garden
Fenway, let’s get it started
Don’t matter when, don’t matter where
Long as I’m catchin’ top, I don’t even care
I said I’ll meet that chick, at TD Garden
Fenway, let’s get it started
Don’t matter when, don’t matter where
Long as I’m getting something I don’t even care
(Ryan Verse)
Rarri’s and rolleys
I got my money up. Now I’m droppin’ 60 like Kobe
I ain’t done yet boy, in fact I just started
Second mixtape, you know I ball out like Spalding
I got bitches on the line
They’re boutta run up a race
I’m kinda like Steph Curry, I don’t need no space
To get my shot off on you boi
It ain’t that hard
Leave you under three feet
Leave you right in the yard
I got my money A+, that’s some graded cheese
Dropped the ball on you cats
And it ain’t New Year’s Eve
But it’s the night before I get it
And I don’t even sweat it
Cuz all those who have doubted me
They know they’re gone regret it
(Hook)
(Brandon Verse)
I said I’m Drizzy Drake without the fame
Like spring showers, I make it rain
Shout my brother Jess, soon we’ll be in Spain
Getting money is the only way to suppress the pain
I said I’m futuristic, but also way before it
Got them great ideas, but got nowhere to store it
Living life fast, hoping I die old
But if I go young, make sure my story’s told
Played my hand fast, never ever bluffed it
I run the corner, don’t make me bucket
Just some child’s play, on my Drake shit
Video with your girl, I taped it
Song had two good verses, but I made it
Rules to the game, you better learn quick
(Hook)
(Jasiah’s Verse)
Chillin’ at the crib-o, I got a couple of women
Pour some wine up in their glass and now they’re in their feelings
She call me baby no kin folk, I’m about to go swimming
In a pool of ladies I’ma call it sea of the women
She told me she wanna deep throat, I said how you really feeling?
She said I want you all inside of me but I don’t want no children
I mean that sounds pretty simple, you have nothing to be fearing
Just keep drinking wine and watch your clothes slowly disappearing
On her bra she had a bow, it was hiding down her cleavage
So I had to go and get like I was the Machinist
Who works on motor boats, you know like it was my job
She got excited so I had to flip her over on top
With my hand I let her know, that my man Johnny was ready
So she slid down on her knees and then proceeded to neck me
Before I thought she was cute, but now she’s looking real sexy
Only cuz I’m sipping on Bacardi real heavy
I’m about to get in the zone, and you know she gone let me
With the whole thing gonna go, I don’t know
Introspective
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Ohhh man where do the hours go?
24 ain’t enough, I need something more
That makes me question what I’m looking for
Carolina Liar baby show me what I’m looking for
Deal or no deal, that is the million dollar question
Matt and I about to get real introspective
Investigate ideas, but I ain’t no detective
Listen up, you might just catch my perspective
See we all a part of this huge institution
All our minds get filled with this noise pollution
Giving up on your dreams ain’t the smart solution
Free your thoughts, man it’s time to start a revolution
I try to use all these big words
So you respect my intellect, that’s absurd
Adding syllables don’t make these lyrics biblical
Man I got off track, that’s just so typical
(Bridge)
Man that’s some bullshit
Think big and never quit
Man that’s some bullshit
Think big and never quit
What happened to all our big aspirations?
I used to wanna be President of the nation
I used to wanna be the head of a corporation
We all dream small due to our lack of patience
Can’t build Rome in one day
Thinking big, and taking risks, the only way
See we all taught that we gotta go to college
Pay thousands in order to receive some knowledge
(Bridge)
(Matt Verse)
Damn Ry it’s crazy watching the hours pass
As I admire the sand slide in the hour glass
Mind moving, the pace set is always fast
Trying to get this money, to help correct my past
No now I’m acting brash
Selling packs, investing racks
So this business crack
But somewhere, I fell off track
Trying to overcompensate for what I lack
Everybody always insisting, but I don’t even listen
Fuck y’all I never needed assistance
Cause what I envision’s something vivid
I’m starting to feel jaded
I’m feeling so underrated
I’m on the always debated
I’ma show you why my movement is the greatest
Complacency was chasing
Institutions were shaping me
What a lion look like tryna play a sheep
This shit is deep
Peepin the deats, and tuckin’ the heat
Just ain’t the life for me
Waddup
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Waddup
I hit all my brothers with a thumb up
Heading to that party man you know that shit’s a turn up
Real rapper, but you won’t find me with no gun up
I got parties I got parties I got parties ‘til the sun up
Shut up
You and your whole crew might just get done up
Pass that bread across the table or you might get cut up
I don’t like to smoke that weed but homie light that blunt up
I am sorry I am sorry
That’s just not for me I’m done now
All the paranoia and the holding back it causes
While your mind goes crazy always wondering if and when it pauses
Drives me crazy man
It’s just time for me to cut my losses
Better shut up or I’ll leave you leaking like some 1960’s faucets
I said waddup
(Hook)
Saw that pretty girl in the streets, said “Waddup!”
She turned around, looked at me, and she said “Waddup?”
Gave me that look, and then she got done up
Waddup
Had to cop a verse in under 30 minutes
Cuz my feature dropped out late kinda like a young apprentice
I hate being high cuz I’m smarter than when I’m sober
If you pass me that shit, I guess I might as well toke her
I say waddup as I pass my founding fathers
Franklin, Jackson, I spray them bills like water
Money is the motivator and you don’t want no problems
Cuz I got the drive to elevate my craft even farther
Who out here gone stop me
Who out here gone stop me huh?
Cuz I got lines like Kanye atcha body huh
Renaissance a classic and no one can top me huh
Karate flows on these bros but no one chops me huh
Watcha doin man? That shit you play is garbage
Hit the bar at 19, and I ain’t even carded
Saying sayanora, RyV just departed
I Get It
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I get it
Trust me girl I get it
Sad I broke your heart, but I can’t say that I regret it
Time for me to admit my mistakes and walk away from a situation I broke
My mind is racing, this shit is something that I wrote
How could you not end it?
After all the time you spended?
Crying tears and facing fears from the guy that you defended
Selfish enough to then ask you to jump right back in his arms contended
What is wrong, man what is right?
Maybe he is just that typical guy
He wants her back, and he wants her fine
But he’s killed her now, too many times
I need to stop, before I lose my mind
Just please man, I need some space
You’ve done enough now, don’t wanna see your face
Gotta use my head, and ignore my heart
Cuz I know I don’t deserve this shit
It ain’t worth this shit
I hate it man, I get it
Trust me girl I get it
Take your time and heal your heart, that’s the only way it gets better
Sad it had to be this way
Need to go now, can’t take this pain
Left my heart out in the pouring rain
But I’m better
Right back to normal I’m better
Focus on myself, cuz I need me now more than ever
At the end of the day
You can’t feel this way
And forgive it all from a letter
Words on a page can’t just cure all the rage
Don’t sweat her, don’t sweat it
You know what man, just forget it
You tried your best
And that’s all that counts
I promise someday you’ll get it
You’ll get it
I don’t even like this song
Reminds me when you hit that bong
That night man, it ended us
Your parents said they lost my trust
Been months now, my life’s adjusted
BUT I AM DONE NOW
I’M LIVING LIFE EVERYDAY TO ITS FULLEST
UHHH
One day you’ll see me
While I’m driving by in that Audi
You’ll wish you called shotty
Instead you just shot me
Right through my body
My heartbeat was cloudy
Me hard work embodies
I get it
Trust me girl I get it
Looking for your match
Too bad you already met it
Dear You
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Man this shit comes in waves
It’s like I miss you for days
Time just hasn’t changed much
My addiction’s your touch
I don’t know where I am going but I gotta figure out
Cuz people come and go
I guess that’s what life’s all about
It’s whatever, you pushed me right out the door anyway
And now it’s like to you see me as your enemy
A man who’s simply not who he pretends to be
But you can’t blame me for your anxiety, yeah
Tell everyone you’re better off without me
That’s okay, I’m always better when people doubt me
That’s okay you gotta say that to yourself
Cuz you know that I’m the man, never find anybody else
Like me
Babygirl what we had was so pure
But all you made me feel was insecure
I remember that night when I was drunk
Had your number dialed, man I almost sunk
You had me thinking there that you were the one
The girl I’d love forever, she decided to run
The one you’d take a bullet for was holding the gun
Alright
Here’s my last thoughts on the subject
Someday you’ll look back and recollect
Realize that you made the wrong choice
But that’s okay, I’ve got my own voice
And it says
“Thanks for the memories, you’re a great person. I hope you go on to do some great things, cuz I know I will”
Aye yo they call me Atilla because I keep it 100
I had to hop on this beat, cuz me and Logic we run it
Got them bitches gone rabbid, so you know I’m gone bun it
AK riding shotty cuz you know how I gun it
Ayyee
Life is too good
Life is too good, man life is too great
I spit it like Tony the Tiger
While I’m riding her
That pussies so godly, man heaven’s sake
I need a girl that’s gone knock my socks off
Then next minute blow me with my socks off
I got girls in here, taking their tops off
Sweet as cherry soda, right before it pops off
Man that beat pause is sick
You’ve got her on your mind, while I’ve got her on my dick
I’m magic like Mike, I’ll teach your girl a trick
You Mr. Irrelevant, I’m the number one pick
See my life has gotten better since my ex is gone
So please don’t be fooled by the past two depressing songs
Those were written months ago
It took time to let it go
But now I’m here to let you know
That I run it
(Man I feel like I could’ve snapped on that beat for hours man, real talk like)
May My Month Commence
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Please excuse my highness, just smoked a little something
I’ll start a riot in this place, and no I ain’t bluffing
Pulling at your girl’s sleeve, and no I ain’t cuffing
She told me “Bring me out back”, man that’s something!
Afterwards, had to kick her out of my place
Ran into her the next day, man that’s roughing!
Hey what’s up, how ya doing?
The name’s RyV, no one truer
Look, you’re not qualified to put any salt in the game
All that slander you be spitting, man it all sounds the same
Your petty lyrics ain’t got shit on me
So lucky, but no seagull shit on me
Ohhhh, that’s nasty
That’s so Raven I can even see the pasty
Try to catch up, but you’ll never get past me
Mario Brothers flow, bet you’ll never Super Smash me
That one’s for the fiends
You know I got verses (versus) like I’m in between teams
She says she loves you, but I’m the one that’s in her dreams
She sends me funny nudes, so I call them shit’s memes
Got haters on me now, they be getting skeptical
Yelling at my haters, man I’m about to grab a technical
Oh wow, what a spectacle
Aim my sights on you real cold, like a stethoscope
Boutta let ‘em know
This shit is easy though
Behind all these bars, but I ain’t Breezy though
(Hook)
Your girl goes to work, work, work…
Pull up on the scene in that Lamborghini
Got that tint so dark you can't even see me
Bitch I go hard you will never be me
Got your girl waxin it cuz it need a cleanin
That dirt disappear call me Harry Houdini
Got your glock in the Rari well mines in her bikini
Take her out to dinner and buy her some fettuccini
Now she askin questions tryna get in between me
She said this place is whack so we went and got hibachi
Waiter soundin dumb so I kick him like karate
Had him beat down but I ain't tryna catch a body
My game so good it make you wanna install me
Kylie can't understand why Tyga can't find Molly
Kardashians say they searching but Kim K found Pablo
Ask me if I speak Spanish I say no hablo
Time over time turn that murcie to Diablo
Do you really need to work to have a good job though
Rap so good they will thing were ASAP mob bro
They tell us keep shooting cuz they think that is our motto
Pink slip win fell like I just won the lotto
Man this game is easy so stop being a hater
Your defense is so good but I'm still gon make a fader
For you to reach my level you gon need an elevator
For your girl to reach my dick you gon need to elevate her
Riding all around lil Wayne I'm a skater
The time has come, Renaissance, I'll see you later
For real
7:43 PM In Riverside
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Bringing in so much that it’s kind of odd when I break even
It was either I remixed this, or stay scheming
Everybody sleeping on me, man I’ll stay dreaming
But I’ve created quite a buzz, and now I’m bee-keeping
I’ll stick with those that stuck with me a lot
While all you lame-ass rappers steady decay and rot
If I see you in person I might just run up on your spot
Hit you with that glock, maybe fire a couple shots
Nah I’m just playing with you fools
I’d be an idiot if I decided to run around with a tool
Don’t wanna see flags at half-mast
Live your life full, you never know which day’s gone be your last
Mysterious but serious at the same time
I can even switch up flows within the same rhyme
*Buzzer noise* Goes the buzzer, now it’s game time
You can’t take it, it’s okay, you can blame Ryan
Do it for the land, man it’s strictly recreational
Future heard my shit, and he told me it’s sensational
Keep it held down, man my shit is gravitational
Was talking to your ex, she said your dick was lackadaisical
Shout out to E for that bar
We counting up the money while you’re counting up the stars
My flow’s so fluent, your shit’s as dry as Mars
I’m dropping them eagles, while you’re pissing out pars
Some measure success in terms of what you got
To me, it’s gotta be more about who you got
When you run into some trouble, you need a team that’s gonna huddle
This is real talk man, I’m sorry to burst your bubble
I don’t bite flows man my lines are vegetarian
I’m outta this world, my religion’s Episcopalian
Just kidding man, I’m a questioning Catholic
Mind over matter, my depiction is massive
I’ma shoot my shot, all you rappers is passive
Matching match boxes in Massachusetts in the studio trapping
Alliteration is the shit
I’m about to obliterate your bitch
Your lines need Triple A, and mine are in the majors bitch
They tell me I excel at rap, they call this shit my PowerPoint
Catch me on a publisher, with words that make you scatter joints
But you too Micro-soft
I turn the verse real cold, like Jacky Frost
I only wear jerseys with my name on the back
Cuz I’m only a fan of me, one man wolf pack
Living at the nino (casino), playing with house money
Throwing down bets, as I’m sitting real comfy
All I do is sit back and laugh
While you lame dudes attack
I ain’t gonna be any part of that
Got too much potential
To let you knock off my mental
I own this game, the rest of y’all are rental
Running
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I’m on fire man I think it’s time to quit
Cuz while I’m out here rapping
My mom’s gone lose her whole shit
It’s about the family
Man it’s all about the family
If you ain’t got them people by you
Life can never be outstanding
Wanna be a self-made man
With some money and a home
I just wanna make some friends and maybe catch some dome
You got your name up on a plaque
I bet your mom’s so proud of that
I want my name to last forever
Etch that shit in stone
Time to slow it down now
My mind’s about to drown now
Swimming in ideas
I’m about to stroke it back now
2AM darkness, just me and my conscience
Wondering if I was wrong when I am barely conscious
You just gotta see the light and know that it’s gone be alright
Let life run its course
But boy what are you running for?
..Hundred…meters
No you’re not mistaken, that’s Ryan in your speakers
Running too much through my mind
My god how could you be so blind?
Let’s run that back and hit rewind
Might need some new sneakers
I’m tryna take a trip that goes cross country
So I can get back on track
You know this field is hungry
The best part about music is that it’s always present
It’s always right now, that shit is never-ending
9/11 music may we never forget
You’re in my past now, but I’ll never regret
I hope I find me a girl with time that’s worth spending
Sick of wasting my moral worth on the wrong women
The clock strikes 3, as I spread this ink
Okay I’m lost now, I don’t know what to think
See the mind becomes a whole ‘nother person
You wish you could control it
Sometimes it only hurts him
But it’s a place where you can think your free thoughts
Don’t care what he or she wants, man this is me talk
Running is the song name, but all I do is sprint
You spit them old and stale lines
Somebody got a mint?
Me and my boys we are some animals
Ain’t nobody gonna poach us
Universus we some players
And nobody need to coach us
Go out hit the city on the weekends
All the ladies wanna know us
Alright now I just gotta focus
And eat this shit up like a locus
Off rip I worked out in the Financial District
Lotta rude dudes in suits that I suggest you stick with
Money’s gotten by those who know just how to make it
The best chefs are ones that know how best to cake it
But please know money ain’t all that matters
Life ain’t always best when your wallets getting fatter
Let ‘em take the stairs
While we climbing up the ladders
Can’t let these girls hold me back
I’m running right past her
Yeah I speak that real, a language you don’t know
Can’t teach you much about it, there’s no Rosetta Stone
Oh man I’m in the zone
My death just got postponed
Hearing what your plans are
And boy I don’t condone
Used to call me little Ry, but look how much I’ve grown
Flowing with the wind, I’m so happy how it’s blown
Simply said, we’re all running from something
Reppin’ for America, we running on Dunkin
(That was the cheesiest way I could have possibly ended that song. After I wrote such meaningful and relevant shit…)