Sleep When I'm Gone

[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 [Refrain: Cee-Lo] I'm counting my time cause my time is my money The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothing I 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 track 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: 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 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 your chains Fucking basketball wives while you at away games Really fucking basketball wives; ain't gotta say names Whole body tatted like a New York City freight train Niggas get to barking, put a bullet in the Great Dane Try me, end up like Rodney 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 Flagging down the waitress, waving my Rolex [Refrain] [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Yo, I don't survive the test of time doing this shit so long And only rest to rise again homie I sleep when I'm gone A legend while I'm prime So current and they hate this The streets classified me as another level of greatness I don't fight for crowds at all I let wack niggas bitch And let them flip while they debate on who the king of this shit Listen, I don't waste time debating them things Cause I'm God motherfucker, God create kings I'm hearing that a lot of niggas mad through the grape vine Piano sounding beautiful and sad at the same time The feeling of a funeral so study you niggas Khaled, provide the theme music while I bury you niggas Now there's no escaping the God you better find a getaway 'Fore I start wiling like Haitians and Jamaicans when it's Labor Day Khaled, every time you know we gotta make em love it Realize that everything is hotter when we touch it [Refrain] [Verse 3: The Game] Ayo, Khaled let this shit breathe Poor little rich nigga, that's me Smoke blowing out the sunroof, blowing on hashish Can't stop now cause I'm in too deep One point five wired every two weeks Niggas wanna kill me, let the shells fall out Life insurance and plates My kids gon' ball out They kids gon' ball out Twenty years from now pulling cars out You gon' think cocaine getting hauled out X getting shipped in Crystal Meth getting dipped in All cause you let a nigga slip in Aftermath, 05, G-Unit, 06 Everything else is 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 [Refrain]