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

Yeah

I'm gonna live a life so nice

But now look at all this gold in my mouth

It's f**ked 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 jewellery

And most of my mandem have been jail

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 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 just think that hoodies are comfy

I want a sleeved 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 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**ked around with girl's emotions, been a slut, 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**ked and I can't make friends yeah

That sums me up in some words

And besides that yeah I got my mum

And God knows she don't get the love she deserves

And no I ain't been the best son

I've 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**ked 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

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**ked, uh

When 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**ked, I don't have the time to text you but I got time for the girls online that's sexual

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

'Cause you went and bought bare shit 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 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 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**ked, yeah trust me I know

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

'Cause 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**k am I meant to feel?

'Cause now I got money for bullshit

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 shit

Yeah my mum would say 'go tell him off 'cause he ain't done all the dishes'

But I'm thinking like if I ain't been around then why the f**k would he listen? Shit

Look, I've become that stereotypical, that big bro that will buy you all the trainers 

But won't sit and call 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 gotta switch up

I gotta care a little less about getting 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, 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 niggas rap for a new chain

Don't get it twisted, I wear one but that shit 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**k it, I'll put my hands up

Look on some real shit

I be the stereotype, had a wife that was good for me, that I never shoulda let go

I be the stereotype, that nigga with a nice car, driving it to his mum's house

I be the stereotype, I got an ex named Taneesha and Felicia, real shit

I be the stereotype, see my credit's so shit I can only get cash cards nigga

I be the stereotype, that spends my last Ps on clothes, look good but broke 

I be the stereotype, that pay taxes but too embarrassed to sign on yeah

I be the stereotype, probably in a girl's friendzone right now just waiting to f**k

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 embarrassed when I'm around Muslims that are on Deen

That stereotype, and the worst one is, never see a man get stabbed on the ends on that war and shit

And the feds ask me to help out 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 help me out, I be the first one screaming 'where's the justice?'

I am that typical nigga

Yeah I am tryna put the good stereotype

Yeah I am that nigga with a bop in his step

Yeah I am C-Cadet Cadet

I know who I am

That stereotype

That stereotype

Hey babe

I hope you cool

I haven't seen you, heard from you 

So just touching base

Um, mum she hadn't heard from you either

It's your mum mate

You need to holler at her

And your little brother

Please seriously

You're being ghost

Don't know, you know, if everything's alright but

I don't really wanna be having that type of talk with you but you need to fix up

Seriously, yeah, fix up

That stereotype, is starting to kick in honey and I'm not liking it

So big sister talkin'

I love you but checkup on mum

And checkup on you little brother

Love you dolls