[Chorus: Wale]
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I call a spade a spade
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What you want me to say,
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Say I'm destined for fame, well I am very afraid.
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Do you know what fame is?
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If you did, you wouldn't want to be famous
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Everybody finger, point in your direction
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Everybody seems to misread every sentence.
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Better or worse, the center of attention
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Gift and a curse, the center of attention
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[Verse 1:]
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See I wouldn't wish success on my worst foe
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You see the devil is alive but he work slow
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And yea I should've seen the signs by my first quote
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Before you sign, you'll be blind if you've been broke
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And true I've seen better times cause I'm getting dough
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But my vision has inclined to some Interscope, and it's home
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This country has an obsession with celebrity
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But who is to blame when we let them in on everything
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From B's wedding ring, to beef meddling
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Ironic we on air, but they never let us breathe,
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We all make mistakes, why you wanna make an issue?
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If I don't diss another n-gga you don't get that issue
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I don't really get you, see what the problem is
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Keeping up with Khloe and Kim, not the Obama'ses
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You tryna find where Rihanna is,
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To be honest you ain't mindin where Osama is
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And it's not a big deal, it's a small affair
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F-ck Barack's change, we'd rather talk Milian's hair
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And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright
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Just tell us where all the stars is
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2:]
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Nah, I wouldn't wish fame on my enemy.
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Paparazzi like a life time sentencing
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No comma, no pause, no anything.
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Just know fame has a price, lose everything.
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DC has never seen such progress
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So bitches on the scene seem quite stalkish
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They like talking, it's like gossip
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How little hugs can turn to draws offered
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Though uncalled for, they gon drop them
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And your girls cousins tryna get her other options
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And now your best friends having kids
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They two now, and haven't seen their Godfather yet
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Don't let me talk about the deal ones
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Mommy found out, I'm paying everybody's bills
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Big said it- more money, more ills
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So I spend it real fast, cause I'm tryna sit and chiill
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A lil, signed, sealed, delivered.
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Before a n-gga signed I had a healthier liver
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Sh-t, now my lips liquor-ish
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As my record label nit-picks at this,
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[Chorus]
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Center Of Attention
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| Wale |
