Neighbors

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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, 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
 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, it's alright
 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 16 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 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
 I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
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 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, sellin' dope (Neighbors think I'm)
 I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dope
 The neighbors think I'm, neighbors think I'm
 I think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
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 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
 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
 

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Duration
03:36
Key
6
Tempo
139 BPM

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