Video musical

Video musical

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
J. Cole
J. Cole
Canto
Deputy
Deputy
Batería
Elite
Elite
Batería
Ron Gilmore
Ron Gilmore
Todos los instrumentos
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
J. Cole
J. Cole
Autoría
Ronnie Foster
Ronnie Foster
Autoría
Anthony Parrino
Anthony Parrino
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
J. Cole
J. Cole
Producción
Beatriz Artola
Beatriz Artola
Ingeniería de grabación
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Masterización
Gosha Usov
Gosha Usov
Asistente de ingeniería
Ibrahim Hamad for Dreamville
Ibrahim Hamad for Dreamville
Producción ejecutiva
Juro "Mez" Davis
Juro "Mez" Davis
Ingeniería de mezcla

Letra

[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
Don't follow me, don't follow me
Don't follow me, don't follow me
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
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
Written by: Anthony Parrino, J. Cole, Ronnie Foster
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