My pet peeve is a camera in my face Have you ever heard of personal space? I walk around town in a hoodie and some shades But now they startin´ to recognize the shades Even if you hate me, you would trade
You would live this life too ´cause I got it made I like my bed made, soon enough, I´ll have a maid When I buy a house, every surface gon´ be suede But for now, I got a concierge downstairs All my neighbors are gray-haired They don´t recognize me and I don´t think they care But my Postmates can´t believe that I stay here (Fuck) I wanna go back to Kentucky and shut down the state fair Visit my old teachers and tell ´em to take care I might take a whip instead of payin´ the plane fare I still remember the way there Ain´t a girl in my hometown I can´t have now Buy a building in cash, ain´t puttin´ half down The hate used to get to me, I just laugh now
Yeah, they fuckin´ with Jack now Look how they act now Look how they act now Look how they act now Look how they act now They fuckin´ with Jack now, they fuckin´ with
Mmm, pshh
Baby, I´m comin´ home, I know the kids miss me I need some time with my friends to sip whiskey I spent the last twelve months locked in But tonight, I´m content with existing 2015, we was on that Pen Griffey I wanted what he had, but the shoes didn´t fit me Now the city with me and I got the kids listening And I´m a smooth operator by instinct Word to Sade, walkin´ ´round broad day
Like hey, with the windows down, I´m on Broadway And it was just a day ago, I was in Daygo like the damn Padres Now I´m at my grandparents´ lettin´ my grandpa say What he wants to say ´Cause nowadays, I´m in the paper once a day And it ain´t always positive, it´s a bunch of things But fuck it, man, I done graduated from younger days And if I ain´t runnin´ things, soon, I´ll be runnin´ things I´m an artist, man, you just make fun of things I´m the hardest, man, y´all don´t know what to say This album´s a museum, so please don´t touch a thing
It´s okay to give me props, don´t make it such a pain It´s okay to give me top, don´t make it such a thing Don´t get offended if we met and I say, "What´s your name?" I been flyin´ ´round the country for three hundred days But I ain´t ´bout to justify how I adjust to fame Fuck the fame, from the jump, we ain´t been cut the same I got so much, but I still think about what´s unobtained Never been the type for wantin´ things I want power (I want power) I want my life to speed up a couple miles per hour I want my dogs to know that this shit is ours
I want respect, I don´t want flowers I know they gon´ quote this The flow don´t make no sense, the pocket is potent It used to be potential, but now it´s some grown shit Damn, that boy floatin´, he treat them beats like they oceans All these people wanna greet like we old friends I ain´t holdin´ back, tell the media, "Hold this" I know I said I miss you, but I secretly don´t miss I got stories and I´m bringin´ ´em home with me