Don't Ever Play Yourself

DJ Khaled

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    DJ Khaled!

    Pat them down count the money
    Let 'em see the work, yeah
    That's the definition of a major key alert
    Another nigga gotta die, won't be the first, nah
    Won't be the last, all we see is cash, yeah
    Your real story don't match what you rappin' 'bout (liar)
    So keep the movies in, stop actin' out
    And I ain't talking 'bout no watch or no cars neither
    Everything will get copped at Allah's leisure
    Was a crack monster, I had the hard fever
    Switch from the bald head to the dark Caesar
    Used to be the capsules, now they love the plastics
    I ain't tryna get caught up in this thug-rap shit (never)
    Rather be bumper to bumper in drug traffic
    Cash on deck whenever the plug ask it
    You don't sweat the small things, they become drastic
    Next thing is cremation or a casket
    Fuck fallin' back, I need all of that
    I need my name in the cocaine almanac, Jada
    Real dope boy put me in the hall of smack
    Went to job interviews, they ain't call us back
    Either way I ain't never evil
    Why do you think the streets love me?
    I ain't never leave 'em
    Heart stops, but the words are forever breathing
    You hatin' cause we the best, find a better reason

    First thing first don't ever play yourself, ever
    Oh another thing, I ain't ever play myself, never
    Even when they all changed up, I stayed myself, it's me
    Did what worked for me
    Then bossed up and paid myself
    See I'm showin' up a K off, gain a Rollie, a day off
    Still got that work, I don't know about no layoffs
    Team still ballin' so I guess we in the playoffs (swish)
    Team full of baddies, all my bitches in a slayoff
    See we be in the party wasted, no part of fake shit
    Nothin' but love 'round me, Cartier bracelets
    I feel like Frank White walkin' into Arty Clay shit
    You niggas got fat while everybody starved
    My city don't sleep, I ain't ever noddin' off
    When you're in the Benz, it piss everybody off
    So I ain't stall, I do me, I ain't y'all
    This New York nigga let 'em hang, giant balls
    Odell Beckham, respect him, you can't check him
    Blindside hoes hit me
    When I don't expect 'em (hey bighead)
    Then I hit 'em with the curve from the major league
    Gotta wait your turn, that's a major key

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    Mami yellin' I'm the greatest
    Back to back with the slow cum
    In the lane, I got her so strung, I don't even know her
    Every night I meet a new wife
    Now ask your wife what this dick like
    Balmain Joe, every time you see, a nigga flee
    Mr. Officer, I was only grabbin' ID
    Mami only listen to Romeo
    Wild cowboy, I be speakin' through the yayo
    Bout to let the cans go, woah
    Fuck your bitch and let your mans know, so
    Yeah, now it's the Don in the Don, couple laughs in the Uber
    Only drivin' Uber cause I'm franchised in Cuba
    This is big money talk and you tied to the sideline
    Brian Scalabrine, niggas always tryna high five
    Gotta stay away from day driftin', all sauce
    Every day Vera Wang, nigga, cloth talk

    Now I'm takin' over everything like that's my callin'
    Wakin' up in pussy like beautiful Sunday mornin'
    Now we swimmin' in the money like a line of dolphins
    Prepare for killin', now please line up all of the coffins
    Think we playin'? Niggas think it's funny?
    Pop you in your shit, brotha
    Now make room for the money, move!
    If you don't make room, I'll beat a nigga past painful
    Make a fool of yourself, I'll beat you past shameful
    I get this bread and shine like an angel
    One of the last with bars, you niggas better be grateful
    Thank you so much
    I Diddy bop and drop on you niggas
    I count bread and take it to the top on you niggas (Mountaintop)
    Blah blah blah blah, you sound alike, my niggas
    Blah, blah, but when I do it, I finesse, I got it locked, my niggas
    I give you new brand shit, fuck you gon' do?
    And know we love the boom bap, oh yeah we do this too
    Yeah, fuck with the realer side, oh you against us, nigga?
    You better run and hide, until I'm finished, nigga
    Don't play yourself
    Play yourself and lay yourself dead in a casket
    Pray yourself, end in a basket
    Hate yourself
    Cause you ain't ask if you could possess you a heater
    Or you could be you a leader for the people
    You talk a lot, I've seen the truth like Sevyn Streeter
    Don't you ever play yourself

    I saw a lot of niggas fade out right after I put my tape out
    I offered to help you shape up
    I see that you'd rather flake out
    Sellin' stories on them tracks
    That nobody can seem to make out
    That's why I keep a good head and shoulders
    To keep all the flakes out
    Seen a lot of singles chart on and off durin' the climb up
    I bet if I had the clippers, they prolly all had a line up
    You worried 'bout your followers, so hurt when I follow up
    It's the ones with the most pride end up bein' the swallowers
    Fuck a beat for a verse
    When I could do all three
    No pop artist but pop is what you rappers do call me
    A lot of washed out niggas tryna find hope in
    I'm just tryna raise a son like my blinds' open
    I know the hood well, but glad I ain't stuck in the streets
    I'm pop chartin' but hood niggas got my song on repeat
    I'm still loaded with illest ammo up under the seat
    I'm playin' hopscotch with all the charts up under my feet
    While you do it for the 'Gram, I do it for my Grammy
    Fuck a gold trophy, I'm talkin' my mom's mammy
    You gotta finish bigger than you start
    Don't fall victim to bent stories
    You ain't even part of it all
    Start from the bottom or oh, please, don't start at all
    I build a ship just to survive my own flood, I feel like Noah
    Cause all he had was little rocks, an ark, and sawl
    Road to riches, I'm still in gear while you park your car
    Your baby wanna get nailed in the sprinter Lexus
    Text back and told her
    Please be hammered so you can sex us
    My arm strong, if Louisiana then tell her Texas
    And if it's not immediate
    Then don't even send a message
    FYI I'll be free 'round 2 or 3
    And two things you gotta be, New Orleans
    I'm an organ donor, I'm alive with no heart in me
    So never say my name in vain
    Cause bitch there's no arteries
    Jones

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    Composition: DJ Khaled, Fat Joe, Busta Rhymes, Jadakiss, Fabolous, and Kent Jones

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