T.D.M.T.L.T.A. Royce Da 5'9"

[Verse 1]
Uh, they say the clock's tickin'
Mines is under my bed, yeah, that's where I keep it
I'm just layin' next to some edible vagina
I'm tryin' to show this bitch that I get better over time
I hope you know a gentleman issue dependin' on his mood
He'll throw a few scraps to his ratchet fam
Then get in a suit, hat and go clap at you
While you at your dinner, oh, that's classic, man
I'm givin' passes in exchange for weight
And by "passes", I mean gastric, fam
By "pass", I mean I'll pass cause these niggas groupies, tran
They givin' roofies to fans
I'd rather invite over Karrueche Tran
Answer the door wit' some Lil' Boosie playin'
We ain't really hearin' you niggas sittin' on dubs
I got my ear to your car window
I still don't understand what do you be sayin'
Could you please move that lil' piece of shit out the way
So I could take the piss?
By the way, what are y'all competin' for?
If I could just be honest, my wifey fuckin' gorgeous
And if I ain't fuckin' Rihanna, then what the fuck I'm cheatin' for?
If this movie I'm living's for your viewin' pleasure
Then I can't really be no whore
Cause they don't make 'em like me no more