Joe Budden - Don't Make Me lyrics

Top down with the fresh cut With A 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 sh** But if I learned anythin', if you take life for granted It'll grant you some other sh** I know I can't be the only one troubled with I talk 'bout hard sh** 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' Don't make me bad, no, no Don't you make me bad Don't you make me bad, no, no Don't you make me bad 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 But still I'm on nine-five 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 FYI to be notified 'cause why? Do it matter what he got it store for n***a's if they too broke to buy I know I want heart, my back carryin' some tons y'all 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 Don't make me bad, no, no Don't you make me bad Don't make me bad, no, no Don't you make me bad Wouldn't be smart to tangle with ya guardian angel Not when they got a strangle from every angle, head to ankles Get mangled, so I don't got sh** My eyes everywhere, on my Stuart Scott sh** Tryin' to be fly every second that the clock tick But there's a suicide bomber in the co*kpit See my intent is to be content But that's contingent off fly hoe's usin'[Incomprehensible] Since mama conceived me Me and dude been stuck in a melee He's tellin' me I gotta ball like Beasley But I could give a f** how a n***a perceives me So until God retrieves me I'm followin' behind the n***a 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 Don't make me bad, no, no Don't you make me bad Don't you make me bad, no, no Don't you make me bad