Action Bronson - Labor Day lyrics

[Action Bronson]: Queens legend, dippin' in a green legend Bless the mic, more holier than three reverends You talkin' sh** like three rectums The clique stay connected, my dick stay protected Dirty b**hes, 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' who*e's Pimp sh**, clap you like applauses Boat ride flow make you nauseous Wais P, retire rappers, Randy Moss sh** [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 sh** 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 b**h 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 n***as up out in L.A. with some Atlanta freaks For p**y, power and paper n***as be squeezin' pistols Just get your doe and get out cause n***a we out to get you