Center Of Attention

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 yea 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 n-gga 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 mindin where Osama is

And it's not a big deal, it's a small affair

F-ck 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

Nah, I wouldn't wish fame on my enemy.

Paparazzi like a life time 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 girls cousins tryna get her other options

And now your best friends 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's bills

Big said it- more money, more ills

So I spend it real fast, cause I'm tryna sit and chiill

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered.

Before a n-gga signed I had a healthier liver

Sh-t, now my lips liquor-ish

As my record label nit-picks at this,