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Neighbors

J. Cole English

Intro

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 presidentI just wanna talk to the manSpeak for the boys in the bandoAnd my nigga never walkin' again'pologize if I'm harpin' againI know these things happen oftenBut I'm back on the sceneI was lost in a dreamAs I write this, the team down in AustinI been buildin' me a houseBack home in the South, maWon't believe what it's costin'And it's fit for a king, right?Or a nigga that could singAnd explain all the pain that it cost himMy sixteen should've came with a coffinFuck the fame and the fortuneWell, maybe not the fortuneBut one thing is for sure thoughThe fame is exhaustin'That's why I moved away, I needed privacySurrounded by the trees and Ivy LeagueStudents that's recruited highlyThinkin' "You do you and I do me"Crib has got a big 'ol back 'ol yardMy niggas stand outside and pass cigarsFilled 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 pureWe'll help you if you've felt too insecureTo be the star you always knew you wereWait, I think police is at the door

Chorus

Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dopeHm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dopeThe 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' dopeSellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dopeWell, motherfucker, I am

Verse 2

Some things you can't escape:Death, taxes, and a ra--cist society that makeEvery nigga feel like a candidateFor a Trayvon kinda fateEven when your crib sit on a lakeEven when your plaques hang on a wallEven when the president jam your tapeTook a little break just to annotateHow I feel, damn, it's lateI can't sleep cause I'm paranoidBlack in a white man territoryCops bust in with the army gunsNo evidence of the harm we doneJust a couple neighbors that assume we slangOnly time they see us we be on the news, in chains, damn

Bridge

Don't follow meDon't follow meDon't follow meDon't follow me

Chorus

Okay, the neighbors think I'm sellin' dopeHm, I guess the neighbors think I'm sellin' dope, sellin' dopeThe 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' dopeSellin' dope, sellin' dope, sellin' dopeWell motherfucker, I am

Outro

I am, I am, I am, I amWell, motherfucker, I amI think the neighbors think I'm sellin' dopeI am, I am, I amWell, motherfucker, I amSo much for integrationDon't know what I was thinkin'I'm movin' back to south sideSo much for integrationDon't know what I was thinkin'I'm movin' back to south side
What the song means

The song is about J. Cole's experience as a successful Black man who moves to a quiet, mostly white neighborhood and finds that he is still treated as a suspect. The chorus repeats the idea that the neighbors believe he is a drug dealer. His answer is a bitter, sarcastic "Well, motherfucker, I am," which mocks the prejudice rather than confessing to a crime.

The story moves from playful irritation to anxiety. The opening jokes about fame, privacy and the pressure of success. The second verse widens the view and lists things nobody can escape, including a racist society that makes every Black man feel like a possible target. He says that wealth, awards and a big house do not protect him from being seen as dangerous. The mood darkens into paranoia, and the sudden arrival of police at the door shows that his fears are not imaginary.

The key images carry the meaning. The "bando" he still carries with him stands for his roots and the community he speaks for. The Ivy League setting represents the privileged world he has entered, which does not accept him. The repeated "Don't follow me" sounds like a plea to escape suspicious eyes. The outro's "So much for integration" is a bitter conclusion: he gives up on the dream of acceptance and decides to return to the South Side.

Key phrases explained
sellin' dope
selling drugs — The central accusation of the chorus: the neighbors assume he deals drugs because of who he is.
bando
the hood, a rundown neighborhood — Southern slang for the place he came from, which he still speaks for.
Trayvon kinda fate
a fate like Trayvon Martin's, a young Black teenager killed in 2012 — Refers to how suspicion toward Black men can end in violence.
Ivy League
elite US universities — Stands for the privileged, mostly white world he moved into.
So much for integration
the idea of racial equality has failed — A sarcastic idiom in the outro, showing he gives up on fitting in.
Song info
Release date
2016-12-09
Album
4 Your Eyez Only
Written by
Elite, J. Cole, Ronnie Foster
Produced by
Elite, J. Cole
Samples
Ronnie Foster – Mystic Brew, J. Cole – Forbidden Fruit

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