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 wanna 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 shoulda seen the signs by my first quote
Before you signed you'd be blind if you been broke
And true I've seen better times cause I'm getting dough
But my vision has inclined since I'm in a scope in this home
This country has an obsession with celebrity
But who is to blame when we let 'em in on everything
From Bey'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 Obamas' is
You tryna find where Rihanna is
To be honest she 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 milliontaire
And if the sky fall tonight, we all be aight
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 wanna 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
Now 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
D.C. 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 drawers 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 they godfather yet
Don't let me talk about the deal
Once mommy find out I'm paying everybody bills
Big said it, more money more ill
So I spend it real fast cause I'm tryna sit and chill
A lil', signed, sealed, delivered
Before a nigga died I had a healthier liver
Now my lips licorice
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 wanna be famous
Everybody finger point in your direction
Everybody seems to misread every sentence
Better or worse, the center of attention
