Labor Day

Lyrics

[Action Bronson]: Queens legend, dippin' in a green legend Bless the mic, more holier than three reverends You talkin' shit like three rectums The clique stay connected, my dick stay protected Dirty bitches, fishy like the squeegee market [Chase Infinite]: Chief marksmen Snipin' at you movin' targets God's archer Shootin' at you dark forces Corporate endorsement The awkward and awesome Rebel to the cause Protecting Allah's fortress [Wais P]: Chase said Porsches Buyin' Van Gogh portraits Trainin' horses, get it? Trainin' whore's Pimp shit, clap you like applauses Boat ride flow make you nauseous Wais P, retire rappers, Randy Moss shit [Termanology]: I'm Jesus Christ in white Forces My wife gorgeous like Rosario Dawson I school rappers I could teach you a couple courses It's Ology, got eight finger They all frost bite [Scram Jones]: My old rhymes, I just tossed it I'm talkin' mad dog shit I'm winnin' but I lost it Trip over my cordless I'm drippin' like a faucet Scram Jones, gettin' dibs Labor Day, everyday like a bitch with seven kids I'm cold, get a fridge I know the snowman, Freddie Gibbs I'm in the mud like heavy pigs [Push! Montana]: I'm gettin' rich but I got nightmares of lockin' in state greens Spit with B.I.G. and slap box 'Pac in my daydreams Say I gotta give it up for tryin' to be a legend black This is that Lil' Wayne, zebra print leggin' rap This that gap, push your fruit cup melon back Get a four pack, break 'em down and compressing that [Freddie Gibbs]: Jack 'em for a hundred pounds of stress I know he's stressin' that I throw a couple bows and I go OT with the rest of that Robber of the year, should put my mask up on the mantle piece Set some niggas up out in L.A. with some Atlanta freaks For pussy, power and paper niggas be squeezin' pistols Just get your doe and get out cause nigga we out to get you