Hook 1

Sweet dreams tell em rock a bye baby,

They Sleep on me but I ain’t bout to wake them up,

No no no,

God please tell me if I’m crazy,

Cuz I operate better under pressure baby

Oh oh oh,


Verse 1

I’ve been working so hard that I missed so much time but I been on my grind can you blame me?

I think I’m losing my mind I’m conflicted all the time yeah you used to love me now you fucking hate me,

They call me a sleeper cuz most of these people been sleeping on me from the start,

These record labels really wanted to sign me until they saw I wouldn’t sell em my heart,

Community guidelines are really tryna find new ways to shadow ban art,

18 million views on a conspiracy short now the rest of my shits in the dark?,

This my livelihood,

Of course it’s scary,

It’s like they’re tryna leave me ordinary,

A corpse that’s buried,

without a headstone,

or records of ever seeing a mortuary,

Cuz against the grain I mow,

But I’ll make something of this I know,

Even if I plant a seed to grow a tree and never see the shade from it when it’s grown,

Let em know I’m still holding it down,

Bitch I’m really focusing now,

I know that y’all seen the way that I’ve evolved with my songs that have been coming out,

Bitch I got the key to success,

I been formulating a formula,

And if these lil rappers say that they want beef,

Then im in the kitchen like order up,

Tell em order up,


Hook 2

Sweet dreams tell em rock a bye baby,

They Sleep on me but I ain’t bout to wake them up,

No no no,

God please tell me if I’m crazy,

Cuz I operate better under pressure baby

Oh oh oh,

Sweet dreams tell em rock a bye baby,

They Sleep on me but I ain’t bout to wake them up,

No no no,

God please tell me if I’m crazy,

Cuz I operate better under pressure baby

Oh oh oh,


Verse 2

This fucking world is weird,

Everything is ass backwards,

I put my whole life into this shit just to fall second to these trash rappers,

But here we go again I’m back at it,

I’m addicted to it like a crack addict,

For the life of me I can’t stop writing this is all I’m good at bitch rap that’s it,

Half of the world doesn’t know I exist and the others been sleeping on me from the get,

I built my career with no budget,

Can’t tell me nothing can’t tell me shit,

They don’t speak about me cuz I strike nerves they don’t wanna give the credit I deserve,

Why would record labels promote independent rappers doing shit on their own terms,

I think it’s safe to say,

I’m in my own lane now,

I’m in my own lane I do my own thing music is something I showcase,

This white boys on his way up,

But this isn’t 8 mile,

But indeed I did come from a trailer I used to be waiting but now I say waiter!,

Bring me a full course meal,

Mother fucker I get hotter than some coal rolled steel,

I ain’t playing I’ll roll till there’s no more wheels,

How you bout to freeze me when I have no chill,

Bitch,

I’ve been doing this for years,

I mastered rapping craft now I’m shifting gears,

I’m back to back to back with this shit right here,

So go ahead bitch laugh at this kydds ideas and keep sleeping.


Hook 3

Sweet dreams tell em rock a bye baby,

They Sleep on me but I ain’t bout to wake them up,

No no no,

God please tell me if I’m crazy,

Cuz I operate better under pressure baby

Oh oh oh,

Sweet dreams tell em rock a bye baby,

They Sleep on me but I ain’t bout to wake them up,

No no no,

God please tell me if I’m crazy,

Cuz I operate better under pressure baby

Oh oh oh.