DJ Khaled, Fat Joe, Busta Rhymes - Don't Ever Play Yourself lyrics

D-D-DJ d-D-DJ Khaled!

Uh 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 kid
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 (hahaha)
Either way I ain't never evil
Why do you think the streets love
Me? I ain't never leave 'em (never)
Heart stops
But the words are forever breathing
(forever) 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 (woo)
See I’m showing the Piguet off
Gave the Rollie a day off
Still got that work
I don't know about no layoffs (nah)
Team still ballin' so I guess
We in the playoffs (swish)
Team full of baddies
All my bitches in a slayoff (ahh)
See we be in the party wasted
No part of fake shit (yeah)
Nothin' but love 'round me, Cartier bracelets
(oh) i feel like Frank White walkin'
Into Arty Clay shit (oh)
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
(nah)
This New York nigga let 'em hang, giant balls
(ahh) odell Beckham, respect him
You can't check him (you can't)
Blindside hoes hit me when I don't expect 'em
(hey bighead) then I hit 'em with the
Curve from the major league (hol' up)
Gotta wait your turn, that's a major key

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 they driftin', all sauce
Every day Vera Wang, nigga, cloth talk

(The Conglomerate)
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
(closed caskets, nigga)
Prepare for killin', now please
Line up all of the coffins
(Closed caskets, nigga)
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 (haha)
You gotta finish bigger than you start
Or fall victim to bench 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 saw 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