[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 [Chorus](x2) (Record cuts) 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 [Chorus](x4) (Record cuts) And it feels like a Monday/Friday And it feels like a Monday/Friday