DJ Khaled - Sleep When I'm Gone Lyrics
[Intro: DJ Khaled]About to change the gameDJ KHALED! WE THE BEST FOREVERCash Money, Young MoneyI'm for real about this shitLet's go[Hook: Cee-Lo]I'm countin' my time, cause my time is my moneyThe sun goes down but I won't stop for nothingI close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm goneSleep when I'm goneSleep when I'm gone (Gone)I'm lookin' at the clock like yay yayNaps to my treasure, yay ay(Time's on the side, whoa)I close my eyes, I'd rather sleep when I'm goneSleep when I'm goneSleep when I'm gone[Verse 1: Game]They say sleep is the cousin of death, guess we relatedCause I'm the most slept on, and the most hatedHated, hated by niggas with no hustleStarin' at me in the club like I won't bust youIn the face with the spades, life is a card gameAnd I'm playin' spades, gamblin' with y'all change*****in' basketball wives, while you at away gamesReally *****in' basketball wives, ain't gotta say namesWhole body tattered like a New York City freight trainNiggas get to barkin', put a bullet in the great daneTry me, end up like why me?Team full of animals, like I coach the heatFour floor mansion, close to the beach6 car garage, that's how I'm supposed to eatIn Miami, rolling up kush on boat decksFlaggin' down the waitress, wavin' my Rolex[Hook][Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]Yo, I don't survive the test of time doin' this shit so longAnd only rest to rise again homie, I sleep when I'm goneLook, a legend while I'm prime, and so current and they hate thisThe streets classified me as another level of greatnessI don't fight for crowns at all, I let whack niggas *****And let 'em flip while they debate on who the king of this shitListen, see I don't waste time debatin' over those thingsBecause I'm God mother*****er, God create kingsWatch it, I'm hearin' that a lot of niggas mad through the grapevineThe piano soundin' beautiful and sad at the same timeThe feelin' of a funeral, so study you niggasKhaled, provide the theme music while I bury you niggasSee now there's no escaping the God, you better find a get away'Fore I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor DayKhaled, every time you know we gotta make 'em love itAnd realize every thing is hotter when we touch it[Hook][Verse 3: Game]Ayo Khaled, let this shit breezeIt's poor lil' rich nigga, that's meSmoke comin' out the sunroof, blowin' on hasheeshCan't stop now, cause I'm in too deep1.5 wide, every 2 weeksNiggas wanna kill me, let the shells fall outLife is short, then please, my kids gon' ball outThey kids gon' ball out, 20 years from now, pullin' cars outYou gon' think cocaine gettin' hauled outAss gettin' chipped in, crystal meth gettin' dipped inAll cause you let a nigga slip inAftermath, '05, G-Unit, '06Everything else is gymnastics, watch the dough flipSittin' on the couch, smokin' up memoriesPourin' Jack Daniels, toast to my enemies***** beef, nigga I ain't got the energyTake the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy[Hook]
