[Intro: Cee]
Yeah, it’s Big Cee son, uh uh Emilio what
It’s TMF Bitch, let’s get it

[Verse 1: Cee]
There's a reason I ain't hollering back
These emails is fuckin’ comin’ like I'm under attack
Missed calls and texts, them little red numbers is stacked
And I'm a busy man fucker, son your problems is wack
Yeah, I'm finna axe the two-faced bastards
Who only wanting something for nothing but no gratis
Download the CD, up in VIP cashless
Drinking out the rider and buggin’ for backstage passes
They ass backwards, homies that'd used to be down
Their lack of love ain't nothin’ new to us now
We finna fuck off these jerk offs and switch up our personnel
Dippin’ on ‘em, like 'bitch, this ain't workin’ out'
You know the type, they yappin’ like they been fans for years
They at the gig on the dick, tryina hand me beers
Off stage, they fuckin’ up and disappeared
That's how it is kid, damn this a bitch, tell ‘em

[Hook: Cee]
See the problem when you get a little status?
And everybody giving you daps like you smashing Rihanna?
I hear the same old thang
So I'm throwin' up the deuces kid, let's call it a day, yeah I'm breakin' away
From all the artists who be lackin' all the standards
And everybody thinking they rappers with they hats backwards
Sick of the same old thang
Middle finger to the industry, y'all fading away, so I'm breaking away