Neighbors Songtext
von J. Cole

I guess the neighbors think I′m sellin' dope, sellin′ dope
Yeah, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin′ dope
Sellin′ dope, sellin' dope, sellin′ dope, yeah

I don't want no picture with the president
I just wanna talk to the man
Speak for the boys in the bando
And my nigga never walkin′ again
Apologized if I'm harpin′ again
I know these things happen often
But I'm back on the scene
I was lost in a dream, it's alright
The team down in Austin


I been buildin′ me a house back home in the South, ma
Won′t believe what it's costin′
And it's fit for a king, right?
Or a nigga that could sing
And explain all the pain that it cost him
My 16 should′ve came with a coffin
Fuck the fame and the fortune, well, maybe not the fortune
But one thing is for sure though, the fame is exhaustin'

That′s why I moved away, I needed privacy
Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League
Students that's recruited highly
Thinkin', you do you and I do me
Crib has got a big ol′ backyard
My niggas stand outside and pass cigars
Filled with marijuana, laughin′ hard
Thankful that they friend's a platinum star

In the driveway there′s no rapper cars
Just some shit to get from back and forth
Just some shit to get from back and forth
Welcome to the Sheltuh, this is pure
We'll help you if you′ve felt too insecure
To be the star you always knew you were
Wait, I think police is at the door

Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin′ dope
Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin′ dope
The neighbors think I′m, neighbors think I'm
I think the neighbors think I′m sellin' dope


I guess the neighbors think I′m sellin' dope, sellin′ dope
Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin′ dope
Well, motherfucker I am

Some things you can′t escape
Death, taxes, and a ra-cist society that make
Every nigga feel like a candidate
For a Trayvon kinda fate
Even when your crib sit on a lake
Even when your plaques hang on a wall
Even when the president jam your tape

Took a little break just to annotate
How I feel, damn it's late
I can′t sleep 'cause I′m paranoid
Black in a white man territory
Cops bust in with the army guns
No evidence of the harm we done
Just a couple neighbors that assume we slang
Only time they see us we be on the news in chains, damn

Don't follow me
Don′t follow me
Don't follow me
Don't follow me

Okay, the neighbors think I′m sellin′ dope, sellin' dope (Neighbors think I′m)
I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin′ dope, sellin' dope
The neighbors think I′m, neighbors think I'm
I think the neighbors think I'm sellin′ dope

I guess the neighbors think I′m sellin' dope, sellin′ dope
Sellin' dope, sellin′ dope, sellin' dope
Well, motherfucker I am

I am, I am, I am
Motherfucker I am
I think the neighbors think I′m sellin' dope
I am, I am, I am
Well, motherfucker I am
So much for integration
Don't know what I was thinkin′
I′m movin' back to Southside

So much for integration
Don′t know what I was thinkin'
I′m movin' back to Southside