Jay Browne - I Care Lyrics

"Yeah, go dummy, Kyle!"

Fake ass niggas got me stressed out, when you rub my back, can you put it right there?
I've been on edge like Kawhi, if I clip a nigga, get him right out of my hair
I've been at the top, nonstop, and they want to take shots? Tell them niggas "like, yeah!"
I just gotta put 'em in they place and them niggas won't move cause they staying right there

"Man stay down better than Jay Browne", got me looking like "Nigga, like where?"
Check me, a nigga can't check me, I'm running up a check when I'm in my night airs
Play the guideline of the sideline, baby girl knowing that you standing right there

Mercenary, yeah he got it
I put that on my Mama
So how you finna son me when you know that I'm the hottest?
I know I'm still the shit, don't get it twisted cause I'm modest
You went and dyed your dreads and now you thinking you an artist
Don't know what's on your head and now I'm aiming for your noggin
I'm blocking shit just like a super-send and you the target
And cross me? Now I'm stepping back from you, James Harden
And you won't get excused like a mothafucking tardy
I'm looking so confused like "my nigga, beg your pardon?"

See why you started Jay up?
I'm sleepless, yeah I stay up
God got his hands on me, now I'm on the way up
It costs to be the boss and now you niggas got to pay up
Your shawty like a shoot-around and she just want to layup
"Baby, you're a wreck, can you crash?" "No way"
She want to be the bae and she ask can she stay
Only thing I call Bay is the place that I stay, ugh

Fake ass niggas got me stressed out, when you rub my back, can you put it right there?
I've been on edge like Kawhi, if I clip a nigga, get him right out of my hair
I've been at the top, nonstop, and they want to take shots? Tell them niggas "like, yeah!"
I just gotta put 'em in they place and them niggas won't move cause they staying right there

Niggas been coming for the throne and you know I can't let a nigga sit in my chair
If you look me dead in my eyes, I ain't tell you 'nam lie, I promise, I swear
No I don't talk about feelings like that but Baby you know that I care
Yeah
Yeah (Aye)

Look you can't be the king if you only want the crown
You gotta wear the scars and you gotta hold it down
See, how you got a smile when your lady got a frown?
You can't say a word to me, nigga, you a clown
Can't be the queen if you in it for the look
The sauce in the verse but you singing to the hook
I'm working on my purpose and this all that it took
You want to keep a secret, nigga, put it in a book
I can't be obsessed with opinions of a sheep
All you little Bo's, I don't want to hear a peep
Fuck what you heard, I'm the GOAT, go to sleep
That went over head, projector and sheep
Nigga, fuck your likes and all them hoes don't even follow
Thinking you ahead, she give you head, don't even swallow
Need the roof gone like the car from Sleepy Hallow
Don't be acting like it's guaranteed to see tomorrow

See why you started Jay up?
I'm sleepless, yeah I stay up
God got his hands on me, now I'm on the way up
It costs to be the boss and now you niggas got to pay up
Your shawty like a shoot-around and she just want to layup
"Baby, you're a wreck, can you crash?" No way
She want to be the bae and she ask can she stay
Only thing I call Bay is the place that I stay, ugh

Fake ass niggas got me stressed out, when you rub my back, can you put it right there?
I've been on edge like Kawhi, if I clip a nigga, get him right out of my hair
I've been at the top, nonstop, and they want to take shots? Tell them niggas "like, yeah!"
I just gotta put 'em in they place and them niggas won't move cause they staying right there

Niggas been coming for the throne and you know I can't let a nigga sit in my chair
If you look me dead in my eyes, I ain't tell you 'nam lie, I promise, I swear
No I don't talk about feelings like that but Baby you know that I care
Yeah
Yeah (Aye)

We got to get up and go
Ain't got the drive? Bitch, then get out the road
Pick up the stick up then weed out the holes
You bop when we bop and shout out to those, yeah

We got to get up and go
Ain't got the drive? Bitch, then get out the road
Pick up the stick up then weed out the holes
You bop when we bop and shout out to those, yuh

Fake ass niggas got me stressed out... right there
I care

"You have reached the voicemail box of:
This is Struggling Rappers Incorporated, Thank you for calling Jay
If you ain't comment on my last shit then why are you calling? Leave a message

Girls, do you want to leave Uncle Jesse a message?
Yeah!
Uncle Jesse, we love you so, so much
And we miss you!
Good luck on your new album!