Hypebeast - Packy

Don’t need ya expertise, I’m in a different league

I’ll plug your ebony, don’t bring her next to me

This for longevity, this for the legacy

This for the rarity, this for the clarity

I may go Cherokee, this ain’t for charity

Heard I was king, that just the heir in me

I may go griz, that’s just the bear in me

Boho my registry when they come bury me (flex)

Speck on the neck, DMs from your ex

Left 'em unread, I’m not impress

Now that shit dead, no resurrects

Flight after flight, watching my step

We run it back, that’s just a gif, that’s just a gif

I heard nothin' like this, heard nothin' like this

Shit sound like a Martian (wait)

We ain’t even close by the margins (wait)

We ain’t even close to our fortune

Nobody making art like

You ain’t art like this, load an uzi with an orchid (wait)

Probably make a sword out a swordfish (wait)

All your HYPEBEAST ain’t important (wait)

Show love, is it real now?

Aww damn, it’s just automated

On my mark like my father made it

Do your part, bring the party favors

Make a list I could fill out

I give 'em all ultimatums

I school abroad like a Oxford native

Keep it 64 like a cartridge, nigga

And I don’t believe in the hype

I don’t believe in it, I don’t believe in it, no!

And I don’t believe in the hype

I don’t believe in it, I don’t believe in it, no!

Fuck is you lookin' at?

I heard you say it, then I heard you took it back

Then I heard the compliments, you know you shouldn’t have

Nothing original, look how you cover tracks

I’ve seen this shit before

Any shot they take at me they go missing for

I don’t believe in the hype

I don’t got pieces

But I come at your head and leave you with pieces of mind

Party favors like a thief in the night

All these flavors give you reason to bite

All that bull give you wings but that shit don’t fly around here

You call that shit stretching the truth

We just call that shit a lie around here, yeah

Shout out my bruddas, 51−7, they hate us or love us

I’m the 8th wonder, I’m that mother fucker

My decisions final, all my vision tunnel

When I get my shit off, I don’t get rebuttled

All they got is hype, all they do is mumble

Used to be above it, now I want the trouble

This the fucking jungle

Fuck you if you hatin' on me

I could bar you in my sleep, yeah

Y’all just talking on the sneak, yeah

You feeling froggy then leap, yeah

They don’t ever want the smoke, no

They just want me to share the light

They don’t get the bread, they just wanna bite

I just want my cred, they just want the hype, yeah

And I don’t believe in the hype

I don’t believe in it, I don’t believe in it, no!

And I don’t believe in the hype

I don’t believe in it, I don’t believe in it, no!