When I Was Gone (feat. Rodney J. "RJ" Brown, Tee Cee, Charlie Hood, Reem Riches & Slim 400) - YG

If it ain't a Chevy, don't raise it up And, if it ain't the kush, don't blaze it up I'm sticking to the script while niggas changing up They beats sounding like the homie, now they fake as fuck But look, I was in the fo' with my crew tryna cop me on the ten Getting high, with my whole hood behind me I had two zones on me, play it cool, there go Johnny As soon as I could say it, I felt like they got behind me So he tried to hit the exit but his brakes ain't working Doing 50 on the red bout to brace the swerve And, much to my surprise We ain't even crashing, ain't nobody died But, we burnt rubber from the side Parked and hopped out like it ain't nobody side Fuck it, GPS the body shop This type of shit happen all the fucking time cause All I do is bounce in my low low Getting called this nigga out the solo Got the burner in the low low Damn nigga, there go po po Pops used to have the low low I was little in a low low You know I got it for the low low You know I get it for the low low Let's get high, bitch, in my Damu ride On my momma, I'm on one, hitting that side to side Bitch, wrapped a flag round the pistol, the rag sit awkward Hop out schwanging, sag show my boxers Belt $12.50, Robins, no Dickie Dice Gang [?], school 'em like Tee Cee Boy, motherfuck a rumor, last week I died twice But lose your mind and double cross me, hope you find Christ Papa was a rolling stone in the low rider Piru boy with more passes than a Globetrotter '6-4, six chains, Impala Bend the corner, three-wheeling, scrape the bottom Front, back, pancake, fuck what a man say Pull up on your hood, day, and park it on your landscape

'Bout to change the game DJ Khaled We The Best Forever Cash Money, Young Money I'm for real about this shit Let's go I've countin' my time 'cause my time is my money The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothin' Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone (Gone) Lookin' at the clock like, yeah, yeah Maps to my treasure, yeah, yeah ('Cause time's on my side so) Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone Yeah, 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 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 short change Fuckin' basketball wives while you at away games Really fuckin' basketball wives, ain't gotta say names Whole body tatted like a New York City freight train Niggas get the bark and put a bullet in a Great Dane Try me, end up like raw meat Team full of animals like I coached the heat Four floored mansion close to the beach 6 cork of wives, it's how I'm supposed to eat In Miami, rollin' up kush on both decks Flaggin' down the waitress, wavin' my Rolex I've countin' my time 'cause my time is my money The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothin' Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone (Gone) Lookin' at the clock like, yeah, yeah Maps to my treasure, yeah, yeah ('Cause time's on my side so) Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone Yo, I done survived the test of time, doin' 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 this shit Listen, see I don't waste time debatin' over them things Because I'm God mother fucker, God create kings Watch it, I'm hearin' that a lot of niggas mad through the grapevine Piano soundin' beautiful and sad at the same time The feelin' that a funeral so study, you niggas Khaled provide the theme music while I bury you niggas See now there's no escape in the God, you'd better find a getaway 'Fore I start wilin' 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 I've countin' my time 'cause my time is my money The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothin' Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone (Gone) Lookin' at the clock like, yeah, yeah Maps to my treasure, yeah, yeah ('Cause time's on my side so) Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone Ayo, Khaled, let this shit breathe Spoiled little rich nigga, that's me Smoke comin' out the sumbel blowin' on hashish Can't stop now 'cause I'm in too deep 1.5 ride every 2 weeks Niggas wanna kill me, let the shells fall out Life is short in place, my kids gon' ball out Their kids gon' ball out, 20 years from now pullin' cars out You gon' think cocaine gettin' hogged out Ecs gettin' shipped in, Crystal Meth gettin' dipped in All 'cause you let a nigga slip in Aftermath 05, G-Unit 06 Everything else with 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 I've countin' my time 'cause my time is my money The sun goes down but I won't stop for nothin' Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone (Gone) Lookin' at the clock like, yeah, yeah Maps to my treasure, yeah, yeah ('Cause time's on my side so) Why close my eyes? I'd rather sleep when I'm gone Sleep when I'm gone, sleep when I'm gone