Don't Make Me - Joe Budden

Top down with the fresh cut

With A. Baker (Anita Baker) through the speakers, 'Best Of'

A crisp white tee, I’m still feelin' dressed up

Everythin' else healthy, don’t get me messed up

A good pair of shades on, you gon always see me in disguise

Not for style, I don’t want you to seein' my eyes

But for now, tell God hurry my plans

Cause I just had to bury my man

Us two was on some brother shit

But if I learned anythin', if you take life for granted it’ll grant you some

other shit

I know I can’t be the only one troubled with

I talk 'bout hard shit like I discovered it

Thought I had enough of it, still won’t cut a wrist

I just wrote the book, he published it

Simply read holdin' back the years

Cause when I strayed, it looked like he holdin' back some tears, he sayin'

Sometimes I feel like it’s a ghost behind me

Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me

Clockin' my every move, takin' notes behind me

Crowd laughin', there must be a 'Roast' behind me

But the boy won’t bend

Though the road to the riches is startin' to look like it don’t end

I’m on 9−5 speedin', truly love it

No idea where I’m goin', that’s the beauty of it

But still I’m here waitin' on a sign

Or a F.Y.I.

to be notified, cause (WHY)

Do it matter what he got it store for niggas if they too broke to buy

I know I want heart, my back carryin' some tons ya’ll

From the devil’s bedroom on to his front yard

Pop up in the backseat and keys the chauffeur

Let em know before I hop out with him on my shoulder, I said

Wouldn’t be smart to tangle wit ya guardian angel

Not when they got a strangle from every angle, head to ankles

Get mangled, so I don’t got shit

My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit

Tryin' to be fly every second that the clock tick

But there’s a suicide bomber in the cockpit

See my intent is to be content

But that’s contingent off fly hoe’s usin' ??

Since mama concieved me

Me and dude been stuck in a melee

He’s tellin' me I gotta ball like Beasely

But I could give a fuck how a nigga percieves me

So until God retrieves me

I’m followin' behind the nigga that misleads me

If need be, bounce from where he tryin' to keep me

But everytime I try he tells me that he needs me