Lyrics Hypebeast - Jayy Grams, Hayelo

Hypebeast

Eyo, I’m focused on the past and I ain’t worried 'bout the newest
We into action, you’d probably fuck up your Louis kicks
You imitator, a real phony like the simulator
Tell a man he whack about once and, yo, you been a hater
Society havin' you niggas stunt, killin' each other instead of somebody killin'
Trump
So what the fuck is going on, I’m 'bout to pass the baton
The type of shit I’m on can leave a nigga at harm
And I’m sick and tired of seein' all these hypebeasts
And I’m sick and tired of seein' all these hypebeasts
And I’m sick and tired of seein' all these hypebeasts
And I’m sick and tired of seein' all these hypebeasts
I like your Tesla, we save your rep, I’m tryna save the globe
I know there’s more to this life than a pile of gold
Niggas buyin' clothes by the biggest brands and they call it style,
swear you niggas wild
You don’t wear your clothes, your clothes wear you out
I came from rags but never doin' the time
On the road the bitches, I see they checkin' 'em out
Patience dwindling down, I’m checking minutes and hours
Pedal to the metal with the long full of gas
Ten minutes prior, I was checkin' how they tell
Ten minutes later, we checked inside the hotel
Ten minutes later, longnecked the giraffe
And if I’m in the, don’t talk on my Ralf
Don’t step on my RAFs, we quick to do whatever
We heard it once in a rap, nobody buddy would rap 'cause half you niggas is
whack
And I’m sick and tired of seein' all these hypebeasts
And I’m sick and tired of seein' all these hypebeasts
And I’m sick and tired of seein' all these hypebeasts
And I’m sick and tired of seein' all these hypebeasts