MNB JAY - Care for you

I wanna show you that I care for you
Mind of a real nigga
I wanna show you that I care
That MNB shit
I wanna show you that I care for you ( for real)
I wanna show you that I care
I just wanna
Love you in a rental
While I
Drive to the bank
Let me
Show you something
When we
Fuck like I'm tank
I can't
Get enough of it
I wanna faint
But I
I know I can't
I can't
I can't take you away
I can take you downtown, Bodega
Get a bag
Or we can go to the Ink,
You know my niggas toting mags
My baby, I can throw you in some mink
And I ain't talkin' bout a lash
And you ain't gotta question if this shit gone ever last
You know I get it, baby
Yeah, I did it, baby, tryna make it out the hood
Tryna see if you can fit it baby,
Tryna hit it, baby,
While I'm smoking on the wood
You know I'm with it, baby
We can get it, baby, ask some niggas if they good
Tell them niggas that they should,
Stop telling me what they could do before I kill them niggas
I wanna show you that I care for you
I wanna show you that I care
I wanna show you that I for you ( I really do)
I wanna show you that I care
And bitch, don't think I'm on that simp shit cause you know what it is
I'm tryna do this shit for real, picture you having my kids
You get to actin' like a hoe, bitch, then I'm back to the biz
My mama sayin' that shit, and I just hope it ain't true
Ex-nigga all up on my gram, I'm lookin' like, what it do
I'm tired of running from the cops, I'm tryna hide in the stu
That nigga sayin' he a opp, I'm lookin' like, what he do
Like, bitch, you know I'm gon' fight,
Like, bitch, you know I'm gon' shoot
Like, bae, I know I ain't right, but, bae, you know how I do
Like, they can have a hundred thousand, know I'm still choosing you
I'm tryna move out public housing, tryna ride in a coupe
They tryna fight like Ronda Rousey, make em' cry when you shoot
And when you raised around a bunch of broke niggas, you know you gotta keep your head up
You know I hate to see you cry, like, baby girl, keep your head up
Like, I been tryna move since I turned 18, get my bread up
Nigga, I been tryna roll since I turned to a fiend, pick your dead up
I wanna show you that I care for you
Ain't never gone end
I wanna show you that I care
I wanna show you that I care for you

Written by:
Jamari West

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