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



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 as I write this

A teen 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

f**k 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 shelter, 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

Hmnn...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 motherf**ker I am