Horoscope (feat. 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