[Verse 1]
Look
I be thanking God that it's Monday
I'm f**ing with the squad on the One-Way
If any n***a stop, then it's gun-play
I'm talking homicide f** a gun case
I'm f**ing with the plug like it's duct taped
And slanging all this mud like a truck brake
It's muthaf** the club, till we clutch cake
Left the key beneath the rug, like the bus late
Westside and I'm loco
Instagram no photo
I f** with the fam, no h*mo
Just blew a script of Zans on that volvo
Shipped a bag to my cholo
Just threw a brick of bands in my polo
Yep, my whip will dance on Po-Po
Just threw a clip advance on that 4-Oh
I think I'm bout to open up a lean house
Pick a block and have some n***as air it clean out
Just bought a chopper
Set shop and knocked the screens out
n***a called Habibi, what that Foe Promethezine bout
[Hook: Seven the General]
I be thanking God that it's Monday
I'm right back on my job like it's Monday
I'm f**ing up the clock like it's Monday
I'm right back with the squad every Monday
[Hook: 2 Lil David Ruffin]
Thank God it's Monday
[Verse 2]
Monday in the kitchen
Bunch of money on them dishes
I be bu*terflying chickens
Call it culinary whipping
Jiggin in the trenches
Bunch of soda, few prescriptions
A lot of dope if you addicted
Make the call and you can get it
I'm f**ing with P's
And I'm ducking police in a chevy caprice
I'm all in the burbs
With a pint of the syrup & a zip of the green
I get of the work, like I pitched with McGurt
Off McQuaid with them things
They raiding?
I'm skating, then back at the cabbage
Just like a machine
Bean talk
Watch me make the fiends walk
Across the Southfield, f** a deal
Evergreen's Boss
Look what the zine bought
Catching everything tossed
Monday after Monday
I'm with Bundy, getting beans off
[Hook: Seven the General]
I be thanking God that it's Monday
I'm right back on my job like it's Monday
I'm f**ing up the clock like it's Monday
I'm right back with the squad every Monday
[Bridge: Lil David Ruffin]
I get the bag on Sunday
Prep that b**h for Monday
I hope that I can quit one day
Until then, can't take sh** from me
I break it down cause it feels right
Pony Down, What it Be Like
I know nada but the street life
I'll buss a head for my green guys
[Verse 3]
9 to 5, 5 to 1, 1 to 9 on the grind
f** a dime, I need a dub
A double-up, another line
Pou'd a 4, sold a blow
Meet me at the "So & So"
I only got a couple left
My brother got a couple mo'
f** it though, it's all I know
Bussin, or we cutting dope
Round the clock, around the block
Trying to cop a 100 bows
Rollin out the bungalows
12 mac's, I bundle blow
Syringe sold separate
Like the 2nd player game remote
And I be thanking God for the weekdays
And If I feel a drop, let the leak break
You n***as hear the cops, I'm Philipe
I throw the dope, but not the knot
Cause I'm a cheapskate
Pembroke and I'm pervin'
Back and forth in that curtain
Clutching that Mac, while off in that sack
You fall for that trap
You n***as get Murdered
Burglar Bars, Bagging up and stuffing Jars
I don't think that I'ma work tomorrow
[Hook: Lil David Ruffin]
Thank God it's Monday
- Seven the General