Ryda the Streamer

[Verse] In a small-town room with a neon glow, Ryda's streaming live, tissues and a roll, Headset tight, fingers fast as lightning, Grinding through the night, every win exciting. [Verse 2] Warzone battles, tension in the air, Ryda’s got that aim, makes 'em all beware, From gulag to glory, stakes are high, Every headshot lands, hear the chat's wild cry. [Chorus] Ryda on Kick, he's the king of the screen, Making plays look slick, cashing out the green, Stacking up them bags on stake.com, Living large online, never doing wrong. [Verse 3] Chat's blowing up, fans shout his name, Sub alerts ring, part of Ryda's game, With every donation, screen lights up bright, He's a content king, streaming late at night. [Verse 4] Setting up the game, loading in the crew, Fans can't wait, they know what he'll do, Out for victory, in a pixel war, Ryda's hustle, always aiming for more. [Chorus] Ryda on Kick, he's the king of the screen, Making plays look slick, cashing out the green, Stacking up them bags on stake.com, Living large online, never doing wrong.