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
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