TALKING TO MYSELF BECAUSE I AM MY OWN CONSULTANT

Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded / I think you stand under me if you don't understand me / Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy / But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy / Just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest / I beat the beat up, call it self-defense / Swear, man, I be seein' through these niggas like sequins / Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end / Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant / Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery / You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo' ass talk / Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt / Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on deadbolt / Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off / Real nigga all day and tomorrow / But these motherfuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke / Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya / Try me and run into a wall: outfielder / You know I'mma ball 'til they turn off the field lights / The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe / Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a king do / If these niggas animals, then I'mma have a mink soon / Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall / I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all / And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on / But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on