Artist: DJ Khaled f/ Busta Rhymes, Cee-Lo, The Game Album: We the Best Forever Song: Sleep When I'm Gone Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [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] I'm countin my time, cause 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 (one) I'm lookin at the clock like yay yay Naps to my treasure, yay ay (time's on the side, so-whoa) Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone [The Game] They say sleep is the cousin of death, guess we related Cause I'm the most slept on, and the most hated Hated, hated by niggaz with no hustle Starin 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 playin spades, gamblin with y'all change Fuckin +Basketball Wives+ while you at away games Really fuckin +Basketball Wives+ ain't gotta say names Whole body tattered like a New York City freight train Niggaz get to barkin, put a bullet in the great dane Try me, end up like why me? Team full of animals, like I coach 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 Flaggin down the waitress, wavin my Rolex [Chorus] [Busta Rhymes] Yo; I done survived the test of time doin this shit so long And only rest to rise again homey, 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 as another level of greatness I don't fight for crowns at all, I let whack niggaz bitch and let 'em flip while they debate on who the king of this shit - listen! See I don't waste time debatin over those things Because I'm God motherfucker, God create kings - watch it I'm hearin that a lot of niggaz mad through the grapevine The piano soundin beautiful and sad at the same time The feeling at a funeral, so study you niggaz Khaled provide the theme music while I bury you niggaz! See 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 Day Khaled, every time you know we gotta make 'em love it And realize that everything is hotter when we touch it {*echoes*} [Chorus] [The Game] Aiyyo Khaled, let this shit breeze... It's poor lil' rich nigga, that's me Smoke comin out the sun roof, blowin on hashish Can't stop now, cause I'm in too deep One point five wide every two weeks Niggaz wanna kill me, let the shells fall out Life is short the place my kids gon' ball out They kids gon' ball out, 20 years from now, pullin cars out You gon' think cocaine gettin hauled out Ass gettin shipped in, crystal meth gettin dipped in All cause you let a nigga slip in Aftermath, oh-five, G-Unit, oh-six Everything else is gymnastics, watch the dough flip Sittin on the couch, smokin up memories Pourin Jack Daniels, toast to my enemies Fuck beef, nigga I ain't got the energy Take the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy [Chorus]