[Intro]

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

[Verse 1]

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

'pologize 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

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

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

[Bridge]

Don't follow me

Don't follow me

Don't follow me

Don't follow me

[Chorus]

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

[Outro]

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