Cadet - Stereotype lyrics

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(CallMeCadet)

(Verse)

Aight, look, I grew up on south of the Thames,

So yeah man I know about a stereotype,

A screw-face and a gold tooth, na mummy,

I ain't gonna be those guys,

Look I'm gonna be a lawyer when I'm older,

Real shit, I'm gonna live a life so nice,

But now, look at all this gold in my mouth,

It's fucked how I be the stereotype,

I never finished college, never went uni,

I sold drugs, 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 jewellery,

And most of my mandem have been jail,

Me, I've got girls pregnant that I never loved,

So I could of been a baby father as well,

I've got gucci belts, I'm Muslim,

and I rap like every other black boy up in the country,

And I aint gonna rob nobody believe me real shit,

I just think that hoodies are comfy,

I want a sleeve tat, I drink henny,

And most of the pussy i get don't bring joy,

And if Rick Ross started drinking piss,

I'd be in the club like "we piss boys",

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, that im gonna prick myself,

You see I've fucked around with girls' emotions,

I've been the slut that I admitted to,

And a bag of times when I pay on card, I ain't

been too sure if its going through,

And my hairline's fucked and i cant make friends yeah,

That sums me up in some words,

and besides that, you've got my mum,

God knows she aint get the love she deserves and,

No, I haven't been the best son,

and no excuse that I give is a good enough reason,

phone me just to be a part of my life,

Just to see if I'm eating,

And Yeah, it's fucked how I treat my mum,

And them choices that 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 9 months, Uh,

Thats 9 months,

It took 9 months for me to pop out,

But I cant find 10 minutes to pop in,

It's fucked, Uh,

How did I get disrespectful,

How can I drive past the house 10 times in the day,

And not once go in and check you,

not ask once if you're days been stressful,

If you need your son there and a cape to rescue,

It's fucked,

I haven't got the time to text you,

but I've got the time for the girls online and the sexual,

and I know them bills are pilling up,

and you won't admit it but I'm letting you down,

and I remember when I got my car,

I said "you wont ever have to put your foot on the ground",

I know you get those lines in your fingers,

Coz you would have bought bare shit,

That's weighing the bag down,

I should at least call a car or a cab round,

It hurts me I know I can hear the bus in the background,

It's like I'm not your son and I know this,

I ain't doing half of the shit I'm supposed to,

I've got a little brother that I never check,

I'm meant to go through,

All of the shit that you go through,

And you're meant to be my queen,

And I'm out here treating you like a jester,

Bring you gifts not only in December,

but honestly birthdays I can barely remember,

When it comes to money, I'm fucked yeah trust me I know,

I hate asking her for money, but when I do,

aight, cool, this is how it normally goes,

"Yo mummy, I need some money",

She'll say "cool" and go cashpoint on the road,

And take out money 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",

Yeah I know my need aint greater,

But now I cant "no" or another,

She says "being able to provide for her son,

Is what makes her feel like a mother",

And she wont take the money back,

So how the fuck am I meant to feel?

Coz now I've got money for bullshit,

But that might means she has to go skip a meal,

When it comes to my little brother Dylan,

I'm slipping, see me I never make time with him,

But the truth is,

That boy means everything to me,

See that boy is my rhythm,

The simple shit, yeah, my mum would say,

"tell him of coz ain't done all the dishes",

But I'm thinking like,

If I ain't been around,

Then why the fuck would he listen,

Shit,

I've become that stereotypical,

That big bro that will buy you all the trainers,

but won't sit and cool,

So niggerish,

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've gotta switch up,

I've gotta care a little less about getting my dick sucked,

Make sure the next time mum's phone rings,

She aint gotta think twice about debt before she picks up,

Music, 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 dont really want to go back to the road,

You see,

Them niggas rap for a new chain,

Don't get it twisted, I wear one,

But that shit will come after all them 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 fuck it, I put my hands up,

Look on some real shit,

I be the stereotype,

Had a wife that was good for me,

That I should have never let go,

I be the stereotype,

That nigga with a nice car,

Not driving it to his mum's house,

I be the stereotype,

I've got an ex named Tinisha, and Felicia,

Real shit,

I be the stereotype,

See my credit's do shit, I only get cash cards nigga,

I be the stereotype,

That pays taxes but too embarassed to sign on,

Yeah,

I be the stereotype that spends my last pee's on clothes,

Look good, but broke,

Yeah I be the stereotype,

Probably in a girls friendzone right now,

Just waiting to fuck,

That stereotype,

Tell my young g's stay out of trouble,

But then catch a case,

That stereotype,

and I pray my daughter is never a hoe,

but yeah I love jezzies,

The stereotype,

And I feel embrassed when around muslims that are on deen,

That stereotype,

And the worse one is,

If you ever see a man get stabbed in the ends,

And I war and shit,

And the feds ask me to help and bring justice,

Me, I say I never saw that shit,

But if my house got burgled,

Or a white man shot my nan in public,

And the feds never helped me out,

Ill be the first one screaming "where's the justice?",

I am that,

Typical nigga,

Yeah I am tryna put out a stereotype,

Yeah I am that nigga with a bop in his step,

I am "Cadet, Cadet",

I know who I am,

That stereotype,

That stereotype.

Thanks to foreverferina for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to RJ for correcting these lyrics