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conversations.value: Write me a song called Don’t Ever Play Yourself with the following description: Another One of Khaled’s famous life advice slogans is turned into a song.
  “Don’t Ever Play Yourself” is a hook-less song that features verse after verse by Jadakiss, Fabulous, Fat Joe, Busta Rhymes and Kent Jones.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Khaled]
  D-D-DJ
  D-D-DJ Khaled!
  [Verse 1: Jadakiss]
  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 [Verse 2: Fabolous]
  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
  [Verse 3: Fat Joe]
  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 [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes]
  (
  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 [Verse 5: Kent Jones]
  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