State Fair

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 starting 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 paying the plane fare
 I still remember the way there (way there)
 Ain't a girl in my hometown I can't have now
 Buy a building in cash, ain't putting half down
 The hate used to get to me, I just laugh now (laugh now)
 Yeah, they fucking with Jack now
 Look how they act now
 Look how they act now
 Look how they act now
 Look how they act now
 They fucking with Jack now, they fucking with-
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 Baby, I'm coming home, I know the kids miss me
 I need some time with my friends to sip whiskey
 I spent the last 12 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, walking '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 letting 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 running things, soon, I'll be running 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 flying 'round the country for 300 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 wanting 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 floating, he treat them beats like they oceans
 All these people wanna greet like we old friends
 I ain't holding 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 bringing 'em home with me
 (Gangsta)