The Stereotype

Look, I grew up on South of the Thames

So yeah, man, I know about stereotype

A screw face and a gold tooth

Nah, mummy, I ain't gonna be those guys

I'mm gonna be a lawyer when I'm older

Yeah, 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've 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 jewelry

And most of my mandem have been jail

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

So I could have been a baby father as well

I got Gucci belts , I'm muslim

And I rap like every other black boy up in the country

And I ain't gonna rob nobody, believe me, real shit

I 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 drinkin' piss

I'd be in the club like we piss boys

I got no reason for not checkin' my nan

And when she dies I'm gonna kick myself

Because what she really wants is a phone call

But I don't do it, I admit that I'm a prick, myself

You see, I fucked around with girls emotions

And I've been a slut, I admit it too

And a bag of times when I pay on card

I ain't been too sure if it's goin' through

And my hairline's fucked, and I can't make friends, yeah

That sums me up in some words

And besides that, you got my mum

And god knows, she don't get the love she deserves

And no, I ain't been the best son

And 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 eatin'

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 nine months

Look, that's nine months

It took nine months for me to pop out

But I can't find ten minutes to pop in? That's fucked

When did I get disrespectful?

How can I drive past the house ten times in a day

And once go in and check you?

Not at once if your days been stressful

If you need your son there in a cape to rescue, it's fucked

Haven't got the time to text you

But I got the time for the girls online thats sexual

I know them bills are pilin' up

And you wont admit it, but I'm lettin' 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 on your fingers

'Cause you went and bought bare shit that's weighin' the bag down

I should a t least call a car or cab now

It hurts, now I can hear the bus in the background

I'm slackin' as a son and I know this

I ain't doin' half of the shit I'm supposed to

I got a little brother that I never check

I'm meant to go through all the shit that you go through

And you are meant to be my king

And I'm out here treatin' you like a jester

Bringin' you gifts, not only in December

But honestly, birthdays I can barely remember

And when it comes to money

I'm fucked, yeah, trust me, I know

See, I hate askin' her for P's

But when I do, cool, here's how it normally goes

Hey, mummy, I need some money

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

And take out money that she don't even have

'Cause she loves me way too much to say no

See, I, almost cried when I wrote this

Because I pictured my mum walkin' through the door

With a fake smirk, givin' 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

'Cause she says bein' able to provide for her son

Is what makes her feel like a mother

And she won't get the money back

So, how the fuck am I meant to feel?

'Cause now I got money for bullshit

But it might mean she has to go skip a meal

And when it comes to my little brother, Dylan, I'm slippin'

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 my mum would say

Go tell him off 'cause he ain't done all the dishes

But I'm thinkin', like, if I ain't been around

Then why the fuck would he listen?

Shit, I've become that stereotypical

That big bro to buy you all the trainers

But won't sit and call

So niggaish, for blacks, that typical issue

You know, I'll buy you football boots, but

Never find time to kick the ball with you

So now I gotta switch up

I gotta care a little less about gettin' my dick sucked

Make sure the next time mum's phone rings

She ain't gotta ring twice, I'm there before she picks up

Music, you have to work

And if you don't, then I don't know

Because I'm an enough to tell you now

I don't really wanna go back to the road

You see, them **** rap for a new chain

Don't get it twisted, I'll wear one

But that shit will come after all them bills are paid

And I can say, yo, go and get your hair done

Everyone talks about stereotypes

But, no one admits to the stereotype

So, fuck it, I'll put my hands up on some real shit

I be the stereotype

I had a wife that was good for me

That I never shoulda let go

I be the stereotype

That **** with a nice car, but drivin' it to his mums house

I be the stereotype

I had a ex named Taneesha, and Felicia, no shit

I be the stereotype

And my credit's so shit I can only get cash cards, ****

I be the stereotype

Spend my last P's on clothes, look good, but broke, yeah

I be the stereotype

That pay taxes, but too embarrassed to sign on, yeah

I be the stereotype

I'm probably in a girls friendzone right now, waitin' to fuck

That's stereotype

Tell my young Gs stay out of trouble and then catch a case

That's stereotype

I pray my daughter's never a ho, but I love these jezzies

Stereotype

And I feel embarrassed when around Muslims that are on Deen

Stereotype

And the worst one is, if I see a man get stabbed on the ends in the war and shit

And the feds ask me to help out and bring justice

I'd 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 help me out

I'll be the first one screamin', "Where's the justice?"

I am that typical ****

Yeah, I am tryna put the good stereotype

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

Yeah, I am Cadet, Cadet, I know who I am

That stereotype