[Verse 1]   What's up? My name is Sean, nice to meet ya   So what brings you backstage in this theatre?   Oh you're in the crew that plays first   I shoulda noticed all four of y'all of wore the same shirts   I bet you got a demo of your work right   {That's what's up} Can you leave it with my merch guy?   Well word up, good luck tonight   And don't forget to drink water, and don't cup that mic, huh   Do me a favour and stay away from Ant's beer   No you can't bring your fans back here   Nah I'm straight, you can keep your drugs in fact   Keep em in the alley out back behind the club   And drop the attitude   Why you acting like that little sticky pass is some kinda right of passage dude   Keep rapping till you get discovered   But better believe it's last time we ever see each other      [Hook (Every second line spoken)]   Cause you played yourself   Uh yeah, of course I remember you man, uh, how you been man? How you doin man?   You played yourself   They told me that you tried to pick a fight with your own DJ   You played yourself   Nah I didn't see you're set man, I was, I was sleeping on the bus   You played yourself   Uh yeah, go talk to that guy, him, he'll give you some drink tickets, word      [Verse 2]   New York, at the Bowery getting down   With Grayskul, P.O.S. and Fillmore Brown   My first time touring with a live band   Trynna hide all the fear behind the mic stand   I just want to move around and keep it versatile   But tonight some kid took it personal   I stopped my set, yo what you yellin bout?   With your middle up calling me sell out   Then security rushed him like a gang fight   Wait, don't kick him out, man it ain't right   But they wasn't listening to Slug   I'm just an artist on the stage, they don't really give a fuck   So I finished up my set then   Ran out the front door to see if I could catch him   And there he was, mad and drunk   So I gave him his money and sent him off with a hug      [Hook (Every second line spoken)]   Man you played yourself   Man you can barely stand up, you trynna call me names, punk   You played yourself   I understand, I understand dude, I was just like you when I was 15 years old   You played yourself   Talking about, you ain't The Roots, you ain't The Roots, why you got a band man?   You played yourself   Do me a favour, throw away my CDs, I don't want you stupid fans      [Verse 3]   Girl please, don't treat me like you treat a toy   You wouldn't look twice if I was the pizza boy (nope)   You ain't got to flash me your ass and tits   I'd rather fantasise that you're a rap advocate   Look around, you see all these women?   They came for the music, you came for the scenesterism   The validating game is degrading   Got me cornered at the bar to boost your ratings   I'm getting too old for the trap   Go wiggle that cleavage at the opening act, huh   Plus you smell like a bucket of vodka   I would never put my meat sauce up in that pasta   The shows over, so why you waiting by the bus   Like I'm supposed to be impressed with the basics   You don't believe that I don't want to see you naked   But I'm not hanging out, take care and stay safe kid      [Hook (Every second line spoken)]   You played yourself   Yeah actually I have heard somebody say that to me before   You played yourself   You realise I can clearly see your clitoris through your jeans   You played yourself   Look you are closer to my son's age than, than you are to mine   You played yourself   Look, look, the li, the living legends are right there, right over there, go over there!