Songtexte Horoscope (feat. Bronze Nazareth & Illah Dayz) - Bronze Nazareth , Salute Da Kidd , Illah Dayz

Right here, it's a dream, it's a dream
Back baby, dream I've been dreaming all my life
Swear to God we'll meet again and we can make it come true

I was born in the 10th month
Soul possessed 18 years later, money, hoes and sex
Had a nigga going west, out of north and south
Ain't a feeling like your dick busting off in they mouth
Give them shivers, niggas hate them fucking they sisters
Depart like the Red Sea, fucking with me
Stingy nigga, but here's a couple slugs for free
This one's on me, price that he paid was life
Fuck love, only thing I fell in was fights
Hardships, but a lot of shit I choose not to mention
From the school of hard knocks with a perfect attention
Bust with a stream finish, society's menace
Loose lips, fuck around and how you visit the dentist
Heavy metal, rose power pushing the flowers
How we act all black in the mist is ours
Blood showers known as storms
I don't feel in my pain

We make a hell over hell, fuck making it real Rain
Ice chips, and I ain't tryna put it in cups
Only move with permission to get fucked up
Get open like suggestions, I bleed infectious

I was born in the 12th month, soul refined
Leased over a decade before I bought the nine
Stay in line, like bullseyes that caught the spine
Me and my move, mountains recline off the vine
Soon I'll Paul Barrett, carry cousin to eternal time
Burn the mind with ill thoughts, brandish nine
Intelligent street design, unique was mine
Mastermind, slashing dimes down to nickels
Steal the same fire that ignite like the pistons
My will didn't delete my children
Gold pavilions thrown in high places
Blow shots at racists
Smoke bones with goons till they paint erasers

Still see the traces underneath the facelift
For a good ancient is back to the same shit
This what I'ma claim, slave heritage
My blood still all over your cotton, triple six

I was born in the sixth month, blowing like six blunts in the temple
Gained mad knowledge for months, skipped college
Went straight to the system, wisdom
Gucci, juice Let us write, they missed them when I was down
Christ, they kicked them, twist them, yo
Now who's with them, knife game, sharp and nick them
Shoot out the pen with it, put it in the bag Hush kids dustin' off nins
Ay yo, salute to a salute bid Once again, comin' straight from
Michigan Livin' the life, this night sickenin' Ice picknin', three shots
I pop like Ryan Strickland Fireworks workin' the crowd
Keen homes across the street, stole for a birth in the style
Wordplay great, that's what my nerves stay
Ay yo, two shots, the third one to plot for your birthday

Right here, it's a dream It's a dream, it's a dream It's a dream
I've been dreaming all my life
Swear to God when we're together we can make it come true
I am talking about real money
This is what I wanted to be It's a lot of money
You want any of it?

Carry that stink in the streets with you the rest of your life
I like the stink in the streets, it makes me feel it
And I like the smell of it when
I put it on my nose