Hypebeast - Jayy Grams, Hayelo

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