[Intro - DJ Khaled]About to change the game
DJ Khaled
We the Best Forever
Cash Money, Young Money
I'm for real about this shit
Let's go
[Chorus - Cee-Lo Green]I've gotten my time because my time is my money
The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing
Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Looking at the clock like yeah, yeah
Naps to my treasure yeah, yeah
Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
Sleep when I'm gone
[Verse 1 - The Game]Yeah they say sleep is the cousin of death
Guess we related
Because I'm the most slept on and the most hated
Hated, hated by niggas with no hustle
Staring at me in the club like I won't bust you in the face with the Spades
Life is a card game and I'm playing spades
Gambling with short change
Fucking basketball wives while you at away games
Really fucking basketball wives, ain't got to say names
Whole body tatted like a New York City freight train
Niggas get to barking, put a bullet in a Great Dane
Try me, end up like "why me?"
Team full of animals like I coached the Heat
Four floor mansion, close to the beach
Six car garage, that's how I'm supposed to eat
In Miami, rolling up kush on boat decks
Flagging down the waitress, waving my Rolex
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[Verse 2 - Busta Rhymes:]Yo I done survived the test of time doing this shit so long
And only rest to rise again homie I sleep when I'm gone
Look, a legend while I'm prime and so current and they hate this
The streets'll classify me another level of greatness
I don't fight for crowns at all, I let wack niggas bitch
And let them flip while they debate on who the king of shit
Listen, see I don't waste time debating over them things
Because I'm God motherfucker, God create kings
I'm hearing that a lot of niggas mad through the grapevine
Piano sounding beautiful and sad at the same time
The feeling that a funeral so study you niggas
Khaled provide the theme music while I bury you niggas
See now there's no escaping the god, you'd better find a getaway
Before I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day
Khaled every time you know we got to make them love it
And realize that everything is hotter when we touch it
[Chorus][Verse 3 - The Game]Ayo Khaled, let this shit breathe
Spoiled little rich nigga, that's me
Smoke coming out the sunroof, blowing on hashish
Can't stop now because I'm in too deep
1.5 ride every two weeks
Niggas want to kill me, let the shells fall out
Life is short in place, my kids gone ball out
Their kids gone ball out
Twenty years from now pulling cars out
You gone think cocaine getting hauled out
Ex getting shipped in
Crystal meth getting dipped in
All because you let a nigga slip in
Aftermath 05, G-Unit 06
Everything else was gymnastics, watch the dough flip
Sitting on the couch, smoking up memories
Pouring Jack Daniels, toast to my enemies
Fuck beef nigga, I ain't got the energy
Take the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy
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