Sleep When I’m Gone Lyrics – Busta Rhymes
Singer: Busta Rhymes
Title: Sleep When I’m Gone
About to change the game
DJ Khaled!
We the best forever
Cash Money, Young Money
I’m for real about this sh#t
Let’s go
I’m countin’ 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 (Gone)
I’m lookin’ at the clock like yay yay
Maps to my treasure, yay ay
(Time’s on the side, whoa)
I close my eyes, I’d rather sleep when I’m gone
Sleep when I’m gone
Sleep when I’m gone
They say sleep is the cousin of death, guess we related
Cause I’m the most slept on, and the most hated
Hated by n#gg#s 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
f#ckin’ basketball wives, while you at away games
Really f#ckin’ basketball wives, ain’t gotta say names
Whole body tattered like a New York City freight train
n#gg#s get to barkin’, put a bullet in the great Dane
Try me, end up like Rolly
Team full of animals, like I coach the heat
Four floor mansion, close to the beach
Six car garage, this how I’m supposed to eat
In Miami, rolling up kush on boat decks
Flaggin’ down the waitress, wavin’ my Rolex
Yo, I don’t survive the test of time doin’ this sh#t 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 classified me as another level of greatness
I don’t fight for crowns at all, I let whack n#gg#s b#tch
And let ’em flip while they debate on who the king of this sh#t
Listen, see I don’t waste time debatin’ over those things
Because I’m God m#th*rf#ck*r, God create kings
Watch it, I’m hearin’ that a lot of n#gg#s mad through the grapevine
The piano soundin’ beautiful and sad at the same time
The feelin’ of a funeral, so study you n#gg#s
Khaled, provide the theme music while I bury you n#gg#s
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 every thing is hotter when we touch it
Ayo Khaled, let this sh#t breeze
Poor lil’ rich n#gg#, that’s me
Smoke comin’ out the sunroof, blowin’ on hasheesh
Can’t stop now, cause I’m in too deep
One point five wide, every two weeks
n#gg#s wanna kill me, let the shells fall out
Life insurance in place, my kids gon’ ball out
They kids gon’ ball out, twenty years from now, pullin’ cars out
You gon’ think cocaine gettin’ hauled out
#ss gettin’ chipped in, crystal meth gettin’ dipped in
All cause you let a n#gg# slip in
Aftermath, “0” five, G-Unit, “0” six
Everything else is gymnastics, watch the dough flip
Sittin’ on the couch, smokin’ up memories
Pourin’ Jack Daniels, toast to my enemies
F*ck beef, n#gg# I ain’t got the energy
Take the last shot to the dome, John Kennedy
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