Verse 1: Let me introduce you to the new me, I’m only here to please, me myself and I like a young 2-3, I don’t pack a uzi I pack a place with groupies, and bosses and record execs who want to view me, things I use to care about before don’t even phase me, people still sleeping on your boy, let ‘em stay sleep, I’m trying to premiere on a Premier or Dr Dre beat, I’m bringing out this raging bull Martin Scorsese, I don’t have patience no more like Kervorkian, I gave up on getting some help like I’m in a orphanage, sun rays and positive energy I’m absorbing it, trying to stay on top of the green, I’m on some Warrior shit, I’m reaching new heights like spacex, I knew it would change my paycheck, now my new low is my apex, either ride this wave or get waved at Chorus: No I can’t chill wit you bro, I’m building wealth, only pulling by my waist side, a Hermes belt, I’m letting my toes touch sands it never felt, if that’s too hard to understand kill yourself, time to replace the old with the new, get rid of some faces within my crew, I’m not Omega but I’ll bark at you, at this stage of my life is my new debut Verse 2: I want everything in life that my life is missing, nothing is impossible like Tom Cruise on a mission, my name is Ron Bridges let’s revisit raps revision cause every change is not improvement, change the beautician, no talent, nice gimmick with less than average lyricism will beat true MC’s according to your algorithms. I made more selling CD’s after work in the evenings than the bullshit they give you from a million fans streaming, I move differently now, got beats over symphony sounds, then I spit like a fist to the mouth, turned my apartment to a home when lost my house I praise the lord everyday when I lost that spouse, everyday is grind time it’s my son and my time to rise above obstacles every mountain I’ve climbed, my cheese looking better and I ain’t need dried thyme, who else music you glad you found besides mine Chorus: No I can’t chill wit you bro, I’m building wealth, only pulling by my waist side, a Hermes belt, I’m letting my toes touch sands it never felt, if that’s too hard to understand kill yourself, time to replace the old with the new, get rid of some faces within my crew, I’m not Omega but I’ll bark at you, at this stage of my life is my new debut

Verse 1: Way before Usher, ever danced out his shoes, before 9th Wonder was on WXDU, before making a pause tape was the thing to do, I was making beats my Snafu was to flex in the booth, I chopped samples on my S950, I guess my beats were hittin like a young Ken Griffey, my name spread around, like I was NC’s Diddy by word of mouth, the space for my computer was empty, I wasn’t really organized, local but immortalized, making beats night and day it was hard but I enjoyed the ride, situation normal all fucked up was normalized, surprised to get a bag from wife with something stored inside, my first laptop and showed off like a black cop, I stored everything on it but didn’t have it backed up, when she got mad she was like fuck your black love, she slammed it and stomped it and I had to clean the scraps up Chorus: I hate to leave you son but I got to go, Cause if I stay, your mom gon have a tag on her toe, She could’ve wrecked the car, burned the house or stole my dough, but she never should have fucked with my MacBook Pro, I’ve been hurt before, but never ever felt this low, I ain’t scared to go through hell but this a hell below, can you have another chance naaahh hell to the no, you should’ve never ever fucked with my MacBook Pro Verse 2: It’s a hard choice to walk away from what you’ve built over the years, she put selfishness and power over pleads and tears, I put her in that position of her new career, then she positioned herself not to need me here, who helped you with your homework when you were getting that masters, who cooked cleaned and kept the kids while you moved up that ladder, who kept your life stress free, helped you release with pleasure, I put my dreams on hold you promised mine would come after, I saw the change in you, when you reached six figures, I never changed, even when you lost your figure, now my money ain’t enough, now I’m a broke, ass nigga, but my income made you so how the fuck you figure, cause you making more money you run your lip like that, belittle me, talk down to me, I can’t live like that, you want to wear the pants, go ahead, I ain’t built like that, you thought that I’d be back in a month this ain’t no menstrual cramps Chorus: I hate to leave you son but I got to go, Cause if I stay, your mom gon have a tag on her toe, She could’ve wrecked the car, burned the house or stole my dough, but she never should have fucked with my MacBook Pro, I’ve been hurt before, but never ever felt this low, I ain’t scared to go through hell but this a hell below, can you have another chance naaahh hell to the no, you should’ve never ever fucked with my MacBook Pro Bridge: You thought I’d go down but I rose, Pulled myself from the dark now I glow, No evil can touch my soul, I even got a new MacBook Pro (repeat)

Verse 1: My brother was a bad seed he smoked and bagged weed and made money with that rock like his name was Rasheed fuck a park he’s in a parking lot with no car keys he faced star witness but still was a star to me, he lived with his grandmother, god bless her soul, she tried to make a man of ‘em but streets had control all the punishments and beatings and him breaking parole took a toll so when god called she was ready to go, I thought he would straighten up he got worse and start caking up, he use to be an angel that deceit, was angel dust, repeat endangerment stemmed from niggas he was hanging wit, he would have beat the plaintiff if his niggas would have take the 5th, while he was locked up, the street game was notched up, living foul blaming everyone else for his crop dust, he thought cops couldn’t rain on his parade, he got rust, family will give him support but not trust Chorus: My brother hid a deuce deuce in his boot, plastic bags in the lining of his goose, he tried to hide all the crack he use to use, he hid behind his lies but can’t hide from the truth (repeat) Verse 2: I can’t hide the fact my brother been in and out the system, he been in and out my life like dead beat dads do their children, when I see him, I still be like my brother in the building, Sooner or later oh brother he back in prison, career criminal, I never seen him once biblical, I seen him with that white girl like they were indivisible, he needs to leave the bull behind him like Tom Thibodeau, he blew it like Westbrook from Lebron on a give and go, he went from moving product to consuming product, number 4 on the crack commandments is he retarded?? Be careful what you try to finesse Bruno and Cardi, a head shot,, will leave a white wall scarlet, I love my brother but he will never ever change, and that’s obvious to see like he’s wrapped cellophane, he’s been a menace, I hope he don’t end up like Caine, I can’t hide from the fact he brought the family shame Chorus: My brother hid a deuce deuce in his boot, plastic bags in the lining of his goose, he tried to hide all the crack he use to use, he hid behind his lies but can’t hide from the truth (repeat)