Don't Make Me

[Intro: Joe Budden]

Whoa, mic check one-two one-two

Mic check one-two one-two

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'd like to welcome e'rybody (welcome e'rybody)

To the, to the, to the

L-look, look, l-look, look

[Joe Budden]

Top down with the fresh cut

With A. Baker through the speakers (I mean) "Best Of"

A crisp white tee, I'm still feelin dressed up (why?)

Everything else LV, 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 see in my eyes

Live for now (but) but tell God hurry my plans

You see I just had to bury my man

Us two was on some brother shit (look)

But if I learned anything

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 hardship like I discovered it (but I)

Though I had enough of it (but I) still won't cut a wrist

I just wrote the book, he published it

Simply read holdin back the years

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

[Hook: sample]

Don't make me cry, no no

Don't you make me cry...

Don't you make me cry, no no

Don't you make me cry...

[Joe Budden]

L-look, look (oh!)

Sometimes I feel like it's a ghost behind me (look)

Nudge in my back, got the toast behind me

Clockin my every move, takin notes behind me

Crowd laughing, there must be a "Roast" behind me

But the boy won't bend (never)

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

(But still) 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, WHY?) Do it matter what he got

In store for niggas if they too broke to buy

I know I want heart, my back carryin some tons y'all

From the devil's bedroom onto 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

[Hook]

[Joe Budden - over Hook]

Dawg, muh'fucker don't

Uhh, l-look, don't, nah

Uhh, uh uh, uhh

Mic check one-two one-two

Mic, one, two - let me holla at 'em

[Joe Budden]

Wouldn't be smart to tangle wit'cha guardian angel

Not when he gotta strangle from every angle, head to ankles

Get mangled, so though I ain't got shit (what?)

My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott shit

Tryin to be fly every second that the clock tick (BUT)

But there's a suicide bomber in the cockpit (look here)

See my intent is to be content

But that's contingent, off fly hoes jewels engines (uhh)

Since momma conceived me

Me and dude been stuck in a me-lee

He's tellin me I gotta ball like Beasley (uhh)

But I can give a FUCK how a nigga perceives 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 every time I try he tells me that he needs me, he said

[Hook] w/ ad libs

[Joe Budden]

Uh-uh, uh

Stick around, we like...

Stuck in a padded room