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Neighbors Lyrics By J Cole

    i guess the neighbors think i’m sellin’ dope sellin’ dope
    okay 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
    ‘pologize 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 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 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 back ‘ol yard
    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’mneighbors 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

    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
    hm i guess the neighbors think i’m sellin’ dope sellin’ dope
    the neighbors think i’mneighbors 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 south side
    so much for integration
    don’t know what i was thinkin’
    i’m movin’ back to south side

    Artist: J Cole

    Year: 2016

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 327