[Chorus](x6)
And it feels like a Monday/Friday
[Verse 1]
The time is hours, been a minute since we came in second
We've been the answer on the low, so they just raised the question?
Never too late to change directions
Look at all this presence
Y'all must be Jehovah witness if you ain't accept it
I guess fame is a dangerous weapon
Cause in my hands I could demand no longer taking oppression
I always seem to get compared to the best
Familiarity breeds contempt so I been scared of success
Theses dudes is going bald, they best protect the hair on they chest
I slayed the whole waiting room so it's apparent I'm next
Look at em now as they fall like dominoes
They Pacquiao'd Down for the count like Jacopo
Apache helicopters looking for the next Geronimo
That's why I'm still screaming "f** the world after" the condom broke
I'll see your faith and raise you 10 Nicean council votes
And then throw in an ounce of smoke, just to help you rebound and cope
And it ain't easy being browner, nope
Don't think you're Lebron at home
Slanging powder in front of a crowd of folks
Cause they given out 15 dog years of all male showers
If you got that same amount of dope
That's why i walk a straight and narrow road
Cause if they throw me in the hole, I'll probably never get parole
That's just how I roll, til my final Diastole
It's in my ribosomes to put the real inside microphone
So you know I'll be the one they wanna go at
But go back, that spells "goat," just note that
So I'm able even when my brother's Cain
Any weapon formed against me is as real as Brother Baines
When we step inside the function, you can feel a sudden change
Cause everybody knows I'll call a s**er's name like Clubber Lang
I guess a whole lot of nothing changed
But you know we been up to something
Like you know my motherf**in name
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And it feels like a Monday/Friday
And it feels like a Monday/Friday
[Verse 2]
Illa, wait cause maybe they confused
See MondayFriday happens any time you break the rules
Some people stand in line and wait for shoes
Like plates of gruel, a form of corporate slavery
I really hate to break the news
We're taking off on any day we choose
So the weekend is when we want it
Get the trees and I'll brang the booze
They out clubbing while we bang on tools
It's Monday morning now they're broke again
We're laughing to the bank on fools
Roll and bounce, and then close the account
Cause they're eating off my balance, and they still want me to pay em dues
So a CEO can take a cruise
While we landlocked with hands locked, praying that our wage improves
They'll treat you like a minor til you make a major move
Cause they a**ume, to consume all that you was made to do
So now the best things in life are now pay-per-view, ...
But it's a new day, so make it true
I'm saying
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And it feels like a Monday/Friday
And it feels like a Monday/Friday