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You played yourself
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Look, gone gone chill, dawg
You played yourself
Don't play yourself
Look, gone gone chill, dawg
You played yourself

The toes I step on
Should be wearing better shoes
Put away your wea-pons
I could be bringing better news
Gimme a couple sec-onds
Or let off, you better choose
Now
But if you're wrong, run is what you better do
We've done this shit before
Ain't nobody guessing who
The box office was tipped off
Setting records, proven
By dirty vestibules with ticket stubs and little groups
Of fight night fanatics messing with the concession dudes
Bouncers get their flex on and move the crowd left a few feet
All that mouth til you see me
Waiting there for you
Now it is time
To put up or sit your ass down
Heard you can rhyme
My good luck! Prefer to have a crown
Taken off the neck of a true challenger
Hit the gong
Bruce Banner beatings for you
And Imma shoot these jabs through
Soon as you open your mouth
Chip a tooth on knuckle sandwiches for you to chew and get fed on.

You played yourself
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Look, gone gone chill, dawg
You played yourself
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Look, gone gone chill, dawg
You played yourself
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Look, gone gone chill, dawg
You played yourself
Don't play yourself
Look, gone gone chill, dawg
You played yourself

My note pads are boxing gloves with no pads
Hit strong
Big bong hits couldn't get you higher than this
Spit tons of acidic chunks leaving you numb and dumb enough to let your girl hum to my songs
You should've never hung with us cuz she's about to get stung
It's what she wants
And who am I to judge? So get lost
Telling you right now my temper is short, my dick is long
She'll give me head while I'm breaking both of your arms
She's deep throating, you're getting teeth broken one by one
Heat stroke
Chill, I'm just riding the beat,s bro
Unless this is what you want. F*cking with me though
We can build, or we can take it out to the street, yo
I do not battle rap. I live hip hop and throw hands
Twenty plus years, never flip flopped for no man
Big Poppa to Chocolate Droppa can get the stance
Come exercise your right to have me whip your ass yo

You played yourself
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Look, gone gone chill, dawg
You played yourself
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Look, gone gone chill, dawg
You played yourself
Don't play yourself
Don't play yourself
Look, gone gone chill, dawg
You played yourself
Don't play yourself
Look, gone gone chill, dawg
You played yourself