Neighbors Lyrics - 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 

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 as I write this 

A teen 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 sixteen 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 shelter, 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 

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Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope 

Hmnn...I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope 

The neighbors think I'm...neighbors think I'm... 

(Don't follow me, don't follow me...) 

I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope 

(Don't follow me, don't follow me...) 

I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope 

Sellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope 

Well motherfucker I am 

Photos 

Some things you can't escape 

Death, taxes, NRA 

It's this 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 

Hmmm...I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope 

The neighbors think I'm...neighbors think I'm... 

(Don't follow me, don't follow me...) 

I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope 

(Don't follow me, don't follow me...) 

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, I am 

Well 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