Monday [TGIM]

[Verse 1]

Look
I be thanking God that it's Monday
I'm fucking with the squad on the One-Way
If any nigga stop, then it's gun-play
I'm talking homicide fuck a gun case

I'm fucking with the plug like it's duct taped
And slanging all this mud like a truck brake
It's muthafuck 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 fuck with the fam, no homo
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 niggas air it clean out
Just bought a chopper
Set shop and knocked the screens out
Nigga 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 fucking 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 butterflying 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 fucking 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, fuck 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 fucking 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 bitch for Monday
I hope that I can quit one day
Until then, can't take shit 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
Fuck 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'

Fuck 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 niggas 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 niggas 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