Neighbors is a song by American rapper J. Cole.
It was released in 2016 as a part of his album “4 Your Eyez Only.”
Neighbors Lyrics addresses an incident that took place at J. Cole’s studio in North Carolina, where his neighbors reported suspicious activity to the police, assuming that there was illegal drug-related activity occurring.
The song delves into themes of racial profiling, prejudice, and the impact of stereotypes.
Neighbors Lyrics reflect J. Cole’s frustration and disappointment with the situation.
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He uses the song as a platform to shed light on the realities of racial discrimination and the misconceptions that can lead to unjust treatment.
The Neighbors Lyrics also emphasize the juxtaposition of Cole’s success as a prominent rapper and the prejudices that still persist.
Neighbors feature a hard-hitting and dynamic production, incorporating various elements of hip-hop, including a prominent drum pattern, samples, and synths.
Cole’s delivery is characterized by his sharp lyricism, storytelling, and thought-provoking lyrics, adding depth to the song’s message.
Neighbors Lyrics resonated with listeners, garnering critical acclaim for its social commentary and introspective approach. T
he song’s relevance and cultural impact have sparked conversations about racial profiling and systemic racism.
Neighbors Lyrics
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
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 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
Hm, I guess the neighbors think I’m sellin’ dope sellin’ dope
The neighbors think I’m, neighbors think I’m
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
Some things you can’t escape
Death, taxes, NRA
It’s this 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
Don’t follow me, don’t follow me
Don’t follow me, don’t follow me
Okay, the neighbors think I’m sellin’ dope
I guess the neighbors think I’m sellin’ dope sellin’ dope
The neighbors think I’m, neighbors think I’m
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
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 Southside
So much for integration
Don’t know what I was thinkin’
I’m movin’ back to Southside
