"Center Of Attention" lyrics

I call a spade a spade
What you want me to say
Say I'm destined for fame, well, I am very afraid
Do you know what fame is?
If you did, you wouldn't want to be famous
Everybody finger point in your direction
Everybody seems to misread every sentence
Better or worse, the center of attention
Gift and a curse, the center of attention

See, I wouldn't wish success on my worst foe
You see, the devil is alive but he work slow
And yeah, I should've seen the signs by my first quote
Before you sign, you'll be blind if you've been broke
And true, I've seen better times 'cause I'm getting dough
But my vision has inclined to some Interscope, and it's home
This country has an obsession with celebrity
But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything
From B's wedding ring, to beef meddling
Ironic, we on air, but they never let us breathe
We all make mistakes, why you wanna make an issue?
If I don't diss another nigga, you don't get that issue
I don't really get you, see what the problem is
Keeping up with Khloe and Kim, not the Obama-ses
You tryna find where Rihanna is
To be honest, you ain't minding where Osama is
And it's not a big deal, it's a small affair
Fuck Barack's change, we'd rather talk Milian's hair
And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright
Just tell us where all the stars is

I call a spade a spade
What you want me to say
Say I'm destined for fame, well, I am very afraid
Do you know what fame is?
If you did, you wouldn't want to be famous
Everybody finger point in your direction
Everybody seems to misread every sentence
Better or worse, the center of attention
Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Nah, I wouldn't wish fame on my enemy
Paparazzi like a lifetime sentencing
No comma, no pause, no anything
Just know fame has a price, lose everything
DC has never seen such progress
So bitches on the scene seem quite stalkish
They like talking, it's like gossip
How little hugs can turn to draws offered
Though uncalled for, they gon' drop them
And your girl's cousin's tryna get her other options
And now your best friend's having kids
They two now, and haven't seen their godfather yet
Don't let me talk about the deal ones
Mommy found out, I'm paying everybody bills
Big said it, more money, more ills
So I spend it real fast 'cause I'm tryna sit and chill
A lil, signed, sealed, delivered
Before a nigga signed, I had a healthier liver
Shit, now my lips liquor-rice
As my record label nitpicks at this

I call a spade a spade
What you want me to say
Say I'm destined for fame, well, I am very afraid
Do you know what fame is?
If you did, you wouldn't want to be famous
Everybody finger point in your direction
Everybody seems to misread every sentence
Better or worse, the center of attention
Gift and a curse, the center of attention