Neighbors Lyrics

Down bad and I'm servin uppers for the nosebleeds

Higher seats

Got the cash from serving fiends

They're my receipts

Yeah custys king

But I aint taking credit

Or frontin shit I need it now

Junkie hit it once then twice

And now she'll clean the entire house

But she won't feed the kids

They livin' off of Twix and chips

She don't even eat herself

Cus she just need crystals and dick

I ain't a social worker

I ain't no preacher neither

I'm doing what I need to

Can't tell me that you wouldn't either

Cus in my position

The thickest shit would reach your knees

Me and my momma thick as thieves

Yeah she my bro

My P I C

Don't fuck with P I G's

Fuck the SWAT team

Fuck the F E D's

Glock with the laser beam

And ontop of that

Got a LED

Eggs and Oscar Meyer

Butter toast

And instant noodle

Spaghetti O's

Kraft cheese

And the toaster strudels

Come from a fighting breed

Y'all some house cats

Y'all some lil poodles

I'm rapping like I'm sculpting

They scribble scrabble

They doing doodles

I take my pen

I write their deaths

I kill em' off

Like I'm Shakespeare

Keep it pushing

I step careful

Cus in the desert there's snakes here

Seen't God and I seen't the Devil

He scorning at me in the mirror

In my kennel we keep it real

We trained to kill

We don't have no fear

Neighbors think I'm sellin' dope

Last time I checked I ain't J Cole

Listenin' to Quiet Storm

When SWAT came to kick down the door

All I heard was the yellin'

Saw the guns

And then hit the floor

They couldn't find no evidence

It was spinnin' down the toilet bowl

Neighbors think I'm sellin' dope

Last time I checked I ain't J Cole

Listenin' to Quiet Storm

When SWAT came to kick down the door

All I heard was the yellin'

Saw the guns

And then hit the floor

They couldn't find no evidence

It was spinnin' down the toilet bowl