[Intro]
You played yourself
You played yourself
They played themselves

[Verse 1: The R.O.C.]
Look at 'em run, they've strained, countin' my change
They take aim, I be game, I shoot to kill
They played themselves for tryin' to take my only dollar bill
I'm scrounging up pennies and bottles, the G.O.V
Played my pockets, feels fake, but that's okay 'cause I'm schemin'
But suckas playing theyselves, it's the season
For me to play the head hunter, huntin' heads
For all the two-bit punks that wanna my mentals instead
I just go runnin' and just ignore that
I got too much to live for for messing and trying to be this or that
Watch my back, 'cause they might try to jack
Fellas I thought was cool, now they trying to swing the axe
And put my six feet underground
But I'm already underground with my terrifying sound
So step back, yo, if you value your health
You played yourself

[Chorus]
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
[Verse 2: Mr. Bones]
Can you believe it? I don't understand why they played they self
For where I'm from, that stuff is bad for your health
They say that it hit and they ain't got no love
Well that's cool 'cause I really don't want nothing
Keep to yourself, don't try to down a brotha tryin' to get up
I know I know, and this is why that I am fed up
I give props to ones that deserve it
And from the way you been actin' homeboy you ain't worth it
But is he the only one? I don't think so
I remember some other fools that tried to play me like a ***
But now they all lookin' for the latter, I tell 'em to scatter
And get off of me, because my pockets got much fatter
And that's true, and this here jam was made just for you
You played yourself

[Chorus]
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself

[Verse 3: Hektic]
Screams and dreams from the public seems to cause the downfall
Of how many crews, yeah, what's up, y'all?
It's like a one-legged man in a ******* kicking contest
You wanna flex? Ring the effects
The sons [is like?] daughters, the midnight hour has come
To pay the price of the bill collector me, son
Easy step to the top, no I doubt it
It's nothing but hard work, the house knows all about it
Pants be saggin', ride me like a wagon
It's no sell, I ain't no mother******* coat tail
You played yourself
[Chorus]
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself
You played yourself