Scott Freeba** - Stereotistic lyrics

Yeah Just a little something for you Some quick bars and sh** [Verse 1] Rest in piece to the herb my n***a burning From the bag to blunt you ain't earning then you yearning For something more green carry piece for respect Never plan to use just in case you disrespect It go blah blah blah, hope it don't have to come to the that It don't have to come to that, it don't have to come to that Just exhale that bullsh**, breath in this real sh** Plug Beats to your phone while I rap on some real sh** Why Haitians still dying? Jamaicans still dealing? Kenyans still poor while we all make a k**ing Give a f** who you k**ing, give a f** who you drilling You n***as on my dick only right that you fill in Your b**hes position a pistol to the mouth Spilling Cristal I'm living the black mans dream And I ain't have no children but I just went raw And I ain't slept since then so I'll rewrite that sentence [Chorus] Don't make me come a stereotype Don't make me come a stereotype Die die die I may be a statistic you right I'll make you a statistic tonight Die die die die [Outro] Die die die die (3x) Motherf**er just die