Cadet - The Stereotype Lyrics

Still here..... rest easy brother

be in the club like wee piss bois

Rest in peace bro x

That was deep...

Rest in peace king 💙

Bro I feel this more than anything . Rest in peace OG

We lost a real one. #RIPCadet, you can see the passion is mans voice and body language. We miss you bro #CadsWorld ♥️

I still listen to this song a lot and every single time I listen, I feel the same pain that really touches my heart strings. R. I. P Cadet you're a GOAT💔

Still here rip cadet

Sorry 🙏

This song is his best for me personally. He went to my skool i remember his come up r.i.p cadet

Rip cadet any1 here nov 2019

He was too fucking talented mannnn😪😥💔

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 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’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
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 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 fucked around with girl’s emotions, and I 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 fucked 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 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, 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 fucked, 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 fucked, 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 fucked, 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 out 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 fuck am I meant to feel?
Cuz 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 cuz he 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
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 fuck 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 fuck
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 in 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

Damn shame you.re gone bruv.
You had something to say.

these barz are next level

How’s he consistently this lyrical

Make dua for this ackee. Help his after life . If you Muslim you know what I mean. We live this street life but neglect the fact of Allah rules . Cadet bro this track is so true . May Allah grant you jannah

Hit deep RIP

Still banging this out now rip underrated legend

If someone can show me more straight up bars than these you need to listen again more closely.

RIP cadet

Rip big man left but never forgotten love brudda see u up there g

what a talent, what a loss

Cadet 🙏 still listening to this, still runs deep. As long as we have his music, he will always be with us ✊

Good track bro

AMAZING.

Played this a 10000 times

Rip cadet the legend 💔🐐

cadet , next levels, what a fuckery. RIP

Rip 💔

RIP BLAINE life's fucked man you'll live through your music forever inshallah

i like this




a lot

🙏🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾

R.I.P 😔😔😭😭

What a loss 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

This the best and most realist piece of music to ever come out of the uk Seen (in my humble opinion )

Frr.. UK is lacking when it comes to deep lyrics, rapman and Dave make real music and probs more that I don’t know.

Knocked it out the park with this one mate! Proper talent

Got me coming back...like I'm on loop ❤️

He's amazing

Always get goosebumps listening to Cadet man. Raw emotion. I remember watching you support Bugzy in brum and i enjoyed your show more than any other there. RIP King! 💕

Still one of the best performances of all time, in the UK or anywhere!

RIP Legend 🙏🏼♥️

Your helping me in every single way possible I love you, R. I. P cadet 💖

RIP bro rest up. Real story teller :,(

Sep 2019 anyone? Blessings to cadet x

Im a 31 year old man and I really struggle listening to stereotype now it makes me really sad rip cadet you died a legend 😢

We'll never stop missing you Cadet, you were so special and true to yourself ❤️🔥

Sick tune...unreal kid

i still bang this tune cant belive hes gone RIPTHE UNDERATED LEGEND

Without this song I would’ve never woken up from depression and anxiety I’d probably be dead or in jail by now but because of his art I’m happier than ever RIP TO A LEGEND❤️✊🏾💯

Rip Cadet! This hits hard

Its cadettt ❤RIP much love from tdot

Such a gift !

Mandem was the best storyteller in the country no cap it pains me knowing he’s gone 💔💔

My body's burning 😭😔😅😭😭

❤️❤️❤️🤲🤲🤲

These bars hit hard! RIP Cadet!

I’m still here bro!

Imagine what he would be doing now?? R.I.P cadet #uneratedlegend

R.I.P Blaine Forever Legend ‼️

RIP Cadet🕊

Fak am a stereo type may Allah forgive me and guide me on the staright path and all the brothers just like this

Yo thisss madddd this feels so much like my life

RiP Much love & respect Big Man xxx

Wow first time really sitting down and listening to Cadet . Honestly can say he has became my favorite 🇬🇧 artist ever just from today.

Listen to this at least once a day,so underated,a real shame. RiP

A mother’s devotion. .

Real (from the Heart) lyrics!!! Fr some real shit!! Realist UK rapper in the game! No lies, straight up facts and TRUTH! RIP Cadet August 2019!

Still feel this

So glad he wrote this because his family knows how he felt about certain situations even though he never fulfilled them. He felt sorry about it.
I can relate to a bit of this in regards to family. But I’m hoping my kids can make more time for things in life rather than wasting it.
As it shows life is short...

This has gutted me, been listening to your stuff , then turn to your cuz crept to find out your gone RIP BRO, REST IN PERFECT PEACE,

RIP king

How does the producer not even get plugged on this video??

RIP Cadet

Soooooomuch energy creation and honesty. I can't belie e we can't experience his artistry again. RIP 💔❤️

Mad I didn't even realize the audio was coming from this actual session until I heard his ring hit the table

Most talented MC 150%

Rest up man❤️😞rated legend⭐️

Realest guy out there🙌🏻 All of his songs hit me differently. never related to anyone else as much as you brother. RIP We love you cadet❤️

Who styll listens to this banger🔥

Listen every day, this is conscious

rest in perfect harmony

RIP CADET ,❤️🤘 inspiration and a true g, your still here 🤘🏽😰

RIP cuzzi

RIP my brother cadet

🙌🙌🙌

Real as fuc❤😭

Fucking inspiration man.

I'm just hearing he died, gutted

5 months? rar...

why am I just discovering this now?!?!?!?!

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 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’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
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 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 fucked 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 fucked 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 fucked 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 fucked, 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 fucked, 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 fucked, 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 fuck am I meant to feel?
Cuz 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 cuz he 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
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 fuck 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 fuck
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

These lyrics are the result of dropping your ego and keepin it 100. All u artists out there should be learning from this king. Positive music. Such a special talent. When I see krept I say there’s cadets cousin lol. Rest in paradise bro. Rated legend!!

Miss you everyday my g!!

Rip cadet ❤️miss you already

💔😥