Neighbors

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

'Kay, the neighbors think I'm selling dope

Selling dope, selling dope, selling dope, selling 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 **** never walking again

'Pologize if I'm harping again

I know these things happen often

But I'm back on the scene, I was lost in a dream

It's alright, it's a team down in Austin

I been building me a house back home in the south, Ma

Won't believe what it's costing

And it's fit for a king, right

Or a **** that can 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 high-ly

Thinking you do you and I do me

Crib, it's got a big ol' back-a-yard

My **** stand outside and pass cigars

Filled with marijuana, laughing 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 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 selling dope

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

Neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm

I think the neighbors think I'm selling dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me, don't follow me, don't follow me)

I guess the neighbors think I'm selling dope

Selling dope, selling dope, selling dope, selling dope

Well, motherfucker, I am

Some things you can't escape

Death, taxes and a

Racist society that make

Every **** 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 lil 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 selling dope, selling dope

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

Neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm

I think the neighbors think I'm selling dope (Don't follow me, don't follow me, don't follow me, don't follow me)

I guess the neighbors think I'm selling dope

Selling dope, selling dope, selling dope, selling dope

Well, motherfucker, I am

I am, I am, I am

Motherfucker, I am (And the neighbors think I'm selling dope)

I am, I am, I am

Motherfucker, I am

So much for integration

Don't know what I was thinking

I'm moving back to Southside

So much for integration

Don't know what I was thinking

I'm moving back to Southside