Music

Lil Ryft came out of Dayton, Ohio with a voice that sounded like it had lived three lives before twenty-two. His songs weren’t polished for radio, they were carved from the late hours, the cracked screens, and the quiet spaces where pain lingers after the party ends.
 

He mixed emo’s confessional heart with rap’s pulse, and in the process built something raw, melodic, and unmistakably his own. There was a gravity to him, the kind that made small shows feel like sermons and rough demos sound like diary pages.
 

Before his death in 2024, Ryft was the name whispered in studios and basement shows alike, the kid everyone said was next. Now, his music is all that’s left, and it still feels alive, urgent, unfinished, and unforgettable.