Lyrics Stereotypes - Jon Swaii

I'll kill you if you make motherfucker
I'll take my paper only In a lump sum
It's my money an I need it right now
See me scream it from the window they telling me pipe down

I found, gold inside the crack house
Came from places called projects them things was packed out
I'm from where Kiki on the corner getting clapped out
Crowd so big sound like movie theaters, black crowd
Hmph

Some stereotypes is funny right?
What about crack cocaine
What about pushing to ya mother cus you know no shame
Smell like piss an dope fiends while We riding the train
Tried to explain, but prophesies fulfill
I know the feeling feel like quicksand keep on nippin at yo heels
Deal dope, rob niggas bett it make you think you real
Did this shit a bunch of times, oh you a veteran Foreal

I Smoke just to fade out, mama told me don't stay out
But shit I went and did it anyway
I Smoke just to fade out, mama Told me don't stay out
But shit I went an did it anyway

Kinda Misogynistic to women who make a business
Off selling their pussy to the first niggas with some digits
Materialistic, but who am to judge
Same chick that you wifed pussy poppin in the club
For free too
Wouldn't wanna be you
Took her to the crib after hours
An what we do
Is more then just a transaction, her ass clapping
Cracka worst fear, drug dealer slash rapper
Slashing on his woman so he went an got his mask on
Screaming fuck niggas, but we ain't never catch on
They hate cus they hate themselves
It's projection here's a lesson, protect yo wealth
They got that old money, Benjamin button money
Only stronger with time an they hunting homie
That need that old thing back, they need that old thing back