[Chorus]
Sweet dreams! Tell 'em, "Rockabye Baby,"
They sleep on me but I ain't 'bout to wake 'em up–no, no, no
God please tell me if I'm crazy
'Cause I operate better under pressure baby–oh, oh, oh
[Post-Chorus]
I been working so hard that I missed so much time
But I been on my grind, can ya blame me?
I think I'm losing my mind, I'm conflicted all the time
Yeah, you used to love me
Now, you fuckin' hate me
[Verse 1]
They call me a sleeper 'cause most of these people been sleeping on me from thе start
These record labеls really wanted to sign me until they saw I wasn't selling my heart
Community guidelines are really trying to find new ways to shadow-ban art
Eighteen million views on a conspiracy short, now the rest of my shit's in the dark?!
That's my livelihood–of course, it's scary!
It's like they tryna leave me ordinary
My corpse is buried without a headstone
Of records I'll ever see in a mortuary
'Cause 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!
[Bridge]
Let 'em know I'm still holding it down
Bitch, I'm really focusing now
I know that y'all seen the way I've evolved all my songs that have been coming out
Bitch, I got the key to success
I've been formulating a formula
And if these li'l rappers say that they want beef
Then, I'm in the kitchen like, "Order up!"
Tell 'em order up!
[Chorus]
Sweet dreams! Tell 'em, "Rockabye Baby,"
They sleep on me but I ain't 'bout to wake 'em up–no, no, no
God please tell me if I'm crazy
'Cause I operate better under pressure baby–oh, oh, oh
Sweet dreams! Tell 'em, "Rockabye Baby,"
They sleep on me but I ain't 'bout to wake 'em up–no, no, no
God please tell me if I'm crazy
'Cause I operate better under pressure baby–oh, oh, oh
[Verse 2]
This fuckin' world is weird
Everything is ass backwards
I pour my whole life into this shit just to fall second to the last rapper
But here we go again, I'm back 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 these 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 'cause 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 boy's on his way up!
But this isn't 8 Mile
But indeed, I did come from a trailer
I used be waiting but now I say
“Waiter, bring me a full-course meal”
Mothafucka, I get hotter than some cold-rolled steel
I ain't playin', I rode 'til there's no more wheels
Bitch, how you gon' freeze me when I have no chill?
Bitch!
I been doing this for years, I mastered rapping craft
I'm up shifting gears
I'm back to back to back with this right here
So go 'head, bitch, laugh at this kid's ideas
And keep sleepin' (Hahahaha)
[Chorus]
Sweet dreams! Tell 'em, "Rockabye Baby,"
They sleep on me but I ain't 'bout to wake 'em up–no, no, no
God please tell me if I'm crazy
'Cause I operate better under pressure baby–oh, oh, oh
Sweet dreams! Tell 'em, "Rockabye Baby,"
They sleep on me but I ain't 'bout to wake 'em up–no, no, no
God please tell me if I'm crazy
'Cause I operate better under pressure baby–oh, oh, oh
