I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dopeOkay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dopeSellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dope[Verse 1]Yeah, I don't want no picture with the presidentAI just wanna talk to the manESpeak for the boys in the bandoAnd my nigga never walkin' againApologize if I'm harpin' againAI know these things happen oftenABut I'm back on the sceneEI was lost in a dream as I write thisThe team down in AustinI been buildin' me a house, Back home in the South, maAWon't believe what it's costin'EAnd it's fit for a king, right?Or a nigga that could sing and explain all the pain that it cost himMy sixteen should've came with a coffinAFuck the fame and the fortuneEWell, maybe not the fortune But one thing is for sure thoughThe fame is exhaustin'That's why I moved away, I needed privacyASurrounded by the trees and Ivy LeagueEStudents that's recruited highlyThinkin' "You do you and I do me"Crib has got a big 'ol back 'ol yardAMy niggas stand outside and pass cigarsEFilled with marijuana, laughin' hardThankful that they friend's a platinum starIn the driveway there's no rapper carsJust some shit to get from back and forthJust some shit to get from back and forthWelcome to the Sheltuh, this is pureAWe'll help you if you've felt too insecureETo be the star you always knew you wereWait, I think police is at the door[Hook][Refrão]Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dopeHm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dopeI guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dopeSellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dopeWell motherfucker, I am[Verse 2]Some things you can't escape:ADeath, taxes, and a ra-E-cist society that makeEvery nigga feel like a candidateFor a Trayvon kinda fateAEven when your crib sit on a lakeEEven when your plaques hang on a wallEven when the president jam your tapeTook a little break just to annotateAHow I feel, damn, it's lateEI can't sleep cause I'm paranoidBlack in a white man territoryCops bust in with the army gunsANo evidence of the harm we doneEJust a couple neighbors that assume we slangOnly time they see us we be on the news, in chains, damnDon't follow me[Hook][Refrão] (repetir)
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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
A
I just wanna talk to the man
E
Speak for the boys in the bando
And my nigga never walkin' again
Apologize if I'm harpin' again
A
I know these things happen often
A
But I'm back on the scene
E
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
A
Won't believe what it's costin'
E
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
A
Fuck the fame and the fortune
E
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
A
Surrounded by the trees and Ivy League
E
Students that's recruited highly
Thinkin' "You do you and I do me"
Crib has got a big 'ol back 'ol yard
A
My niggas stand outside and pass cigars
E
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
A
We'll help you if you've felt too insecure
E
To be the star you always knew you were
Wait, I think police is at the door
[Hook]
[Refrão]
Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
Hm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope sellin' dope
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:
A
Death, taxes, and a ra-
E
-cist society that make
Every nigga feel like a candidate
For a Trayvon kinda fate
A
Even when your crib sit on a lake
E
Even when your plaques hang on a wall
Even when the president jam your tape
Took a little break just to annotate
A
How I feel, damn, it's late
E
I can't sleep cause I'm paranoid
Black in a white man territory
Cops bust in with the army guns
A
No evidence of the harm we done
E
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
[Hook]
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