Sweet Dreams

Bye I said that I'm gone
You a fan Hurd you singing my songs
On the gram you ain't act like my bro
In the streets it don't matter who strong
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
I went my own route it was snowing
Knocking down walls like we
Bowling
Picture me rolling my mind is at ease
I got focus
I went to the stu I just wrote this
Don't play with that fool he is chosen
We don't got time no oh
Really I'm outside oh oh
Go pick ya fight oh oh
They gon take your rights oh oh
Getting rowdy u better pipe down
I really just earned stripes now
One false move and you out now
Like a hashtag I peeped yo account
Hurd you broke and yo money ain't found
Bye I said that I'm gone
You a fan Hurd you singing my songs
On the gram you don't act like my bro
In the streets it don't matter who strong
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree
They gonna switch and they act like ya homies
It get personal when niggas don't know me
They gon talk on my shit like they know me
Hop in the lambo I scurt so fast
Why these niggas wanna talk on me like they call on name
But they don't know i roll Right past
Knowing these niggas you know what they do
But they don't even talk what they proving
Every time I just talking be talking my shit
And I'm born on these beats and I'm moving
Like let's put ya hands to the test
Like why you make life so complex
I'm calling these calls like a ref
All on my body cuz I am the best
I hear crying like a baby in bed
Rockaby baby we put em to rest
Bye I said that I'm gone
You a fan hurd you singing my songs
On the gram you don't act like my bro
In the streets it don't matter who strong
Sweet dreams are made of this
Who am I to disagree