Listen to Neighbors by J. Cole

Neighbors

J. Cole

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J. Cole
J. Cole
Vocals
Deputy
Deputy
Drums
Elite
Elite
Drums
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronnie Foster
Ronnie Foster
Songwriter
Anthony Parrino
Anthony Parrino
Songwriter
J. Cole
J. Cole
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producer
Beatriz Artola
Beatriz Artola
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Gosha Usov
Gosha Usov
Assistant Engineer
Ibrahim Hamad for Dreamville
Ibrahim Hamad for Dreamville
Executive Producer
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

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 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 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
Writer(s): Jermaine Cole Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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