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Dj Khaled

Genres: Hip-Hop

Don't Ever Play Yourself Lyrics - Dj Khaled

DJ Khaled! 


Put 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 




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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 




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 

Brons, Calabrini, 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 


If you don't move, 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, that's all 

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 


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