Автор Слов: J. Cole, Scott Lazer, Tim Grant, Dreamville
J. Cole, Scott Lazer, Tim Grant, Dreamville
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[Intro:]
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.
[Verse 1:]
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 n**ga never walkin' again.
Apologize 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 n**ga that could sing?
And explain all the pain that it cost him.
My sixteen shoulda 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 exhausting.
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 n**gas 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.
[Chorus:]
Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope,
Hmm, 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, mothafucka, I am.
[Verse 2:]
Some things you can't escape –
Death, taxes, and a racist society
That make every n**ga 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...
[Chorus:]
Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope,
Hmm, 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, mothafucka, I am.
[Outro:]
I am, I am, I am, I am,
Well, mothafucka, I am.
I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope,
I am, I am, I am,
Well, mothafucka, 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.
