Labor Day is a song in English
This shit get brutal dog
Name of the game is rock the stages
They booed em off
Like Jazzy Jeff, outta the crib
That shit reminded me
Gotta kill the pain and rejection buried inside of me
My consciousness talking shit
Like "you don't belong here"
Meanwhile, I spit a style beyond rare
My first EP I got something to prove
Now I rap like I got nothing to lose
But I constantly do
I'm losing friends, losing fam, losing fucking time
They like "where you been"
I'm out of the way, I'm on my fucking grind
Working nonstop and on top of that
My chick can't even call me back
Swore this was some shit that we had conquered back
When we would talk about our issues then we fix it
Acting like producers, drop the shit just to remix it
But struggle is intrinsic to the one that always gets it
So I ask the Lord for power, I don't ask the Lord to twist it
Inside a nigga favor, Imma labor for the riches
The labels finna hate me I get labeled altruistic
I wish that I was selfish, I would have a better time
Guarding up my heart but that's just part of why I shine
Blaow
But damn
That shit get hurtful dog
Homies eyes red from smoking all of that purple dog
My nigga gotta point, his pressure dissipate
Everytime he spark a joint, I need to feel my heart destroyed
I need to feel the pressure dog, I need to feel the pain
I need to feel like everyone around thinks I'm insane
I need to feel the type of way, no way that you can handle it
I need to feel neglect, the disrespect and the abandonment
I need to feel alone
I need to feel like home is not a spot where I can stay for long
Really gotta wake and gone
I need to feel like I'm the one they waiting on
Need to make the song that I can put the city weight upon
Slept five hours in the past two days
So if a nigga ask, say the craft do pays
Just not in the way that you be thinking in ya mind
When you love it this much, shit pays like crime doing time
Name of the game is fuck em, if they ain't down to ride
I done maintained the flame that always burn inside
I done got slain for claims that I had made like I'm
Nas in his prime, some shit that I'm gon stand beside
Ridiculous as Icarus nigga but still I try to fly
Fuck what the streams be saying, I got my spot if I
Make a classic tape for the people, let them identify
See me in the sky, even if I gotta cry like