Текст J. Cole – Neighbors
Текст:
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
Speak for the boys in the bando
And my nigga 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 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
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—
(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 racist 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’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 south side
So much for integration
Don’t know what I was thinkin’
I’m movin’ back to south side
