Cadet - Stereotype lyrics

Iight, look I grew up on South of the Thames So yeah man, I know about a stereotype A screw face and a gold tooth Nah mummy, I ain't gonna be those guys I'm gonna be a lawyer when I'm older Real sh** I'm gonna live a life so nice But now look at all this gold in my mouth It's f**ed how I be the stereotype I never finished college, never went uni I've sold d** and my credit's so bad I cheat too, I kinda like beef And I've probably been in about six gangs I like lighties, I like j**ellery And most of my mandem have been jail Me, I've got girls pregnant that I never loved So I could have been a baby father as well I got Gucci belts, I'm m**m And I rap like every other black boy up in the country And I ain't gonna rob nobody, believe me real sh** I just think that hoodies are comfy , I want a sleeved tat, I drink Henny And most of the p**y I get don't bring joy And if Rick Ross started drinking piss I'd be in the club like ‘we pissboys' I've got no reason for not checking my nan And when she dies I'm gonna kick myself because All she really wants is a phone call but I don't do it, I admit I'm a prick myself See I f**ed around with girl's emotions, been a s*ut, I admit it too And a bag of times I pay on card, I ain't been too sure if it's going through And my hairline's f**ed and I can't make friends yeah That sums me up in some words And besides that yeah I got my mum God knows she don't get the love she deserves And no I ain't been the best son No excuse that I give is a good enough reason Phone me just to feel like she's a part of my life or just to see if I'm eating And yeah it's f**ed how I treat my mum And them choices I made are dumb But still she'll stand up in front of a crowd of people and be like ‘he's my son' Mum you carried me for nine months, uh That's nine months, it took nine months for me to pop out But I can't find 10 minutes and pop in? It's f**ed, uh How did I get disrespectful? How can I drive past the house ten times in a day, and not once go in and check you? Not ask once if your day's been stressful You need your son there in a cape to rescue It's f**ed, I don't have the time to text you but I got time for the girls online that's s**ual And I know them bills are piling up And you won't admit it but I'm letting you down And I remember when I got my car I said ‘you won't ever have to put your foot on the ground' I know you got the lines in your fingers Cuz you went and bought bare sh** that's weighing a bag down I should at least call a car or cab round, it hurts now I can hear the bus in the background I'm slacking as a son and I know this I ain't doing half of the sh** I'm supposed to I got a little brother that I never check I'm meant to go through all the sh** that you go through And you are meant to be my queen And I'm out here treating you like a jester Bringing you gifts not only in December But honestly birthdays I can barely remember And when it comes to money I'm f**ed, yeah trust me I know See I hate asking her for money but when I do, iight cool look This is how it normally goes ‘Yo mummy, I need some money', she'll say cool and go to the cashpoint on the road And take that money that she don't really have But she loves me way too much to say no You see I almost cried when I wrote this Because I picture my mum walking through the door with a fake smile giving me the cash True say, she loves me way too much to say no Now I know my need ain't greater But now I can't say no or another Cuz she says being able to provide for her son is what makes her feel like a mother And she won't take the money back So how the f** am I meant to feel? Cuz now I got money for bullsh** And that means she might have to go skip a meal And, when I comes to my little brother Dylan I'm slipping See I never make time with him But the truth is that boy means everything to me see that boy is my rhythm The simple sh** Yeah my mum would say ‘go tell him off cuz he ain't done all the dishes' But I'm thinking like if I ain't been around then why the f** would he listen? sh** Look, I've become that stereotypical, that big bro that will buy you all the trainers but won't sit and call So n******gish for blacks that typical issue, you know I'll buy you football boots but never find time to kick the ball with you, uh So now I gotta switch up I gotta care a little less about getting my dick s**ed Make sure the next time mum's phone rings she ain't gotta ring twice, I'm there before she picks up Music, look you have to work And if you don't, then I don't know Because I'm man enough to tell you now that I don't really wanna go back to the road You see, them n***as rap for a new chain Don't get it twisted, I wear one but that sh** will come after all the bills are paid And I can say ‘yo, go get your hair done' Everyone talks about stereotypes But no one admits to the stereotypes So f** it, I'll put my hands up Look on some real sh** I be the stereotype, had a wife that was good for me, that I never shoulda let go I be the stereotype, that n***a with a nice car, driving it to his mum's house I be the stereotype, I got an ex named Taneesha and Felicia, real sh** I be the stereotype, see my credit's so sh** I can only get cash cards n***a I be the stereotype, that pay taxes but too embarra**ed to sign on yeah I be the stereotype, that spends my last Ps on clothes, look good but broke I be the stereotype, probably in a girl's friendzone right now just waiting to f** That stereotype, I tell my young Gs stay out of trouble and then catch a case That stereotype, and I pray my daughter's never a hoe, but yeah I love jezzies That stereotype, and I feel embarra**ed when I'm around m**ms that are on Deen That stereotype, and the worst one is, never see a man get stabbed on the ends on that war and sh** And the feds ask me to help out and bring justice, me, I say I never saw that sh** But if my house got burgled, or a white man shot my nan in public And the feds never help me out, I be the first one screaming ‘Where's the justice?' I am that typical n***a Yeah I am tryna put the good stereotype Yeah I am that n***a with a bop in his step Yeah I am C-CADET CADET I know who I am That stereotype That stereotype