Don't Ever Play Yourself feat. Jadakiss,Fabolous,Fat Joe,Busta Rhymes,Kent Jones

歌詞

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 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 showing the Piguet off, gave the 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, 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 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 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