[Intro: DJ Khaled]
About to change the game
DJ Khaled
We the best forever
Cash Money, Young Money
I'm for real about this sh**
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 d**h, guess we related
Cause I'm the most slept on and the most hated
Hated, hated by n***as 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
f**ing basketball wives while you at away games
Really f**ing basketball wives; ain't gotta say names
Whole body tatted like a New York City freight train
n***as 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 sh** 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 cla**ified me as another level of greatness
I don't fight for crowds at all I let wack n***as b**h
And let them flip while they debate on who the king of this sh**
Listen, I don't waste time debating them things
Cause I'm God motherf**er, God create kings
I'm hearing that a lot of n***as mad through the grape vine
Piano sounding beautiful and sad at the same time
The feeling of a funeral so study you n***as
Khaled, provide the theme music while I bury you n***as
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 sh** breathe
Poor little rich n***a, 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
n***as wanna k** 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 c**aine getting hauled out
X getting shipped in
Crystal Meth getting dipped in
All cause you let a n***a 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
f** beef, n***a I ain't got the energy
Take the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy
[Refrain]