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"She might during the interview demonstrate inappropriate emotional reaction. Particularly smiling or laughing when discussing serious subjects. She

I'm broke and I don't 
Have a girlie on my finger
My friends don't care about me 
I don't care about them either

I went to my interview
That bitch

Every day another dollar but with every dollar comes a problem
You best to believe that when you ball it's a nigga scoutin'
They interview your pocket end

a matrix a relentless unforgiving mindset
Surviving death's shadow my tale's untold in job interviews, my past unfolds
Exposing Heartland's embarrassment

a Beamer, Ice Spice, I'mma eater
Buckhead I'm at Cheetahs, major league balling like I'm Jeter
Workhardt by the liter, follow the leader
Marathon money run it

it out

Aye
This feel like a interview
My life just a interlude
Wonderin' will i make it out
Wonderin' will i make it through
One day I'm gon' make it,

time
Thought I'd be a millionaire by 25
About to turn 25
Job interview said I'm not the type
For the hundredth time
Doubt bombs in to get me to believe

I'd call it livin
More like survivin
Lost my will to live
I lost my drive to drive in
To an interview
Sure I'll be there in a few
I'll never reach my

[Verse 1]

Another interview, here we go again
She started off with saying "Yo Yo my man"
All she see is a rapper or a shooter
Bling Bling is all

This shit thats the way their laughing
Gun shot thats the way their dying
(ey) pull up by five whe on the block
Pull up came late we jump his ass
Come

Just do it like Nike come correct
But i'm safe safe
By myself safe
Just like a string how you cling
No more drink can't have no mo links
Baby I know you

by your side in the passenger seat
A mystic mother
A cryptic brother
Ice in my heart that you melt when you touch me
Heavenly matrimony
Destiny to be

flashbacks of my brother came from a new route
That pain is indescribable
Imagine half of your head gray by the afternoon
You'll use more lines than Roman

contradicting
Say I got faith, end up worrying
Thought I'd be asleep by 10
So, tell me why I'm still up at 3AM
Contemplating
My next move
Or, on YouTube, watching

I need more
I need more
100 bills
100 more
I need more
Run the score
I need more
I need More

No need to tell em i got it
Im runnin get paid by

good I'm no longer hood
They judging the cover of the book

They don't live by the code
Catch em slipping on the roads
I'd rather scrap instead of use

on my TV screen
In a candid interview
She said: "What you get is not what you see
Cause every other part is new
And with acute appliance of medical

freeing the land, feel like a Seminole
I hope I never end up in court, tried by the criminals
So every time I hit the backrooms, it's feeling liminal

And songs, when toil is done,
From cottages whose smoke unstirr’d
Curls yellow in the sun.
Star of love’s soft interviews,
Parted lovers on thee muse;
Their

My top play, he smoke all month, but still pay me mines by the first
Shut up, bitch, this a Louis gun bag, this ain't no fuckin' purse
Send them blues

That is undefined by the occupants
You can send infantry built to stop me with
No clemency in sins committed
Only in death am I submitting
Cranked I'm

year before
Killing everything I ate
Made a phone call nephew
Put me on your face card
Breeze through the interview
I'm over qualified
You know how

life going

It's time to bust that suit
Put on your fancy shoes 
And do a lotta interviews 

You wanna land that safe job
Gel your hair with a glob

an interview, I'll grin as I pass
Brew you chai with the sweets, treat you like a queen
No more horsin', but I'll joust for another dream
In the night, turn 3