Excuse me I beg your pardon?
Nah, wha-wait hold up hold up hold up hold up
Bitch you don't
I don't get paid enough for you to
Be talkin to me like that
Straight up and down
I don't feel like standing by
The fucking front door, alright?
You know what? Matter fact, a year from now
When you at home on your only
Day off and you watchin UPN
You see me come up there
And get my motherfuckin award
Tell yo' kids I said

How'd I get stuck in a dead-end
Job when I can rap
But of course my bill collectors
They ain't tryna hear that
Matter fact they askin Dexter when
I plan to pay back
On that long line of credit that
They lent me way back way back, way back
At the turn of the century
The notice they sent to
Me is sayin essentially
If I don't pay that balance off
Along with a extra fee
Penitentiary or criminal charges
Probably soon to follow if
You dare disregard this
And that got me nauseous
And feelin precautious
Cause the fruit's of my labor
Ain't barin no harvest
At least as a artist cause
AT LEAST as a artist
You become whoever when your
Time get the hardest
But who you 'sposed to call when
They all think you garbage
And figured that you washed up
Damn they so heartless
Cause when I called the office
They act stiffer than starches

And this just ain't where I'm 'sposed to be
This just ain't where I'm 'sposed to be
This just ain't where I'm 'sposed to be
This just ain't where I'm 'sposed to be
Cause this just ain't where I'm 'sposed to be
This just ain't where I'm 'sposed to be
This just ain't where I'm 'sposed to be
This just ain't, this just ain't

Man i gotta make my next move my best move
Cause there ain't no food in the
Fridge SON WHAT YOU DOIN'?!
C'mon son, we can't be
Son we can't be out there like that
The hoes ain't even checking for us no more
Son WHAT'S REALLY GOOD'! Ahh man

Now I'm in a situation that I can't pacify
So I'm lookin through the papers
Skimmin through the classifieds
When I see an opportunity that
Can't pass me by that I can get the job if
I give this class a try
Put my pride to the side, go get a 9 to 5
Cause livin check to check's the
Only way that I survive
But yo they sorta lied
Cause the lead's certified
It take more than shirts and ties
For the course that they provide
But the course they would provide
A means of employment
Which is basically a job that
I'll soon be annoyed with
So this unemployment is now subject to change
Cause I'm on these interviews and
I'm runnin my game
And I'm bein interviewed by
My government name
And I'm Ollie out the crew that
We one and the same
So for now I'm out the game
And far away from recordin
Cause they left a message sayin
That I start Monday mornin

Hello, this is OCS callin for Dexter Mills
Dexter, we have work for you on Monday mornin
At our Banana Republic
On Broadway and Spring Street
In Lower Manhattan you are to be there at
Ten o'clock in the mornin
Please call us back and let
Us know your availability have a good day

Conversation between Consequence and his mom
About the job follows
Moms is mad that he still wants to
Hit the recording studio at night

Copyright: Ultra Tunes
Writer(s): DEXTER RAYMOND JR. MILLS, ROBERT JAMES