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Justin M Wilson - Real Ex Athletes Lyrics



Justin M Wilson - Real Ex Athletes Lyrics




Big shot I gotta take it
Tough shot I gotta make it
In the hood with some Ex Athletes who didnt make it
Work call got impatient
Glock Nine with the no safety
Black N***a look Haitian
In the trenches with some gangstas

Fascinated like my style my fabrications
No fabricated I smoke weed like Im Jamaican
Im so faded I drink Vodka by the cases
We need more liquour buy the bottle where the waittress

The way she moving got my D**k doing the matrix
Coconut spelling bee I just wanna taste it
No speculation we keep silent we ant basic
No fatigue, gas on me, I got lean thats on me

They told me to quiet down the loud to strong
Broke the sirens who the F**k rung the alarm
Lil N***a powered up moving strong
Turnt to a beast, you gone see, best believe , its in me

You gone drop the ball and you dont even see the risk
Moving swift Cam newton option with the pitch
The move so quick you gone see the body hit a glitch
He gone flee, like AB, the league, from the A to B

Im vibing Im riding solo
I got my blunt but I aint got my h'e tho
I left my lighter so I had to go home
Police was hiding so they say my 4 door
Threw on the sirens so I had to hold on
I know procedure so I know what you on
Beat the statistic in a class of my own
So F**k yo talking B**ch and lets get it on

Fresh pack just came in bussin it down I got it from TUNE
Im hitting the gas it killin my throat its burning my chest dont know what imma do
This S''t some pressure im taking a breath
Im tryna recoupe, my lungs on fire im bussin a move
I think im on fire hot air ballon

I done touched the mars
I done seen the stars
Smoked a blunt with a dirty angel
He showed me the start
Light the blunt with a shooting star thats gone be the spark
You need a key to start but i dont leave the
I dont leave the park

Big shot I gotta take it
Tough shot I gotta make it
In the hood with some Ex Athletes who didnt make it
Work call got impatient
Glock Nine with the no safety
Black N***a look Haitian
In the trenches with some gangstas
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Big shot I gotta take it
Tough shot I gotta make it
In the hood with some Ex Athletes who didnt make it
Work call got impatient
Glock Nine with the no safety
Black N***a look Haitian
In the trenches with some gangstas

Fascinated like my style my fabrications
No fabricated I smoke weed like Im Jamaican
Im so faded I drink Vodka by the cases
We need more liquour buy the bottle where the waittress

The way she moving got my D**k doing the matrix
Coconut spelling bee I just wanna taste it
No speculation we keep silent we ant basic
No fatigue, gas on me, I got lean thats on me

They told me to quiet down the loud to strong
Broke the sirens who the F**k rung the alarm
Lil N***a powered up moving strong
Turnt to a beast, you gone see, best believe , its in me

You gone drop the ball and you dont even see the risk
Moving swift Cam newton option with the pitch
The move so quick you gone see the body hit a glitch
He gone flee, like AB, the league, from the A to B

Im vibing Im riding solo
I got my blunt but I aint got my h'e tho
I left my lighter so I had to go home
Police was hiding so they say my 4 door
Threw on the sirens so I had to hold on
I know procedure so I know what you on
Beat the statistic in a class of my own
So F**k yo talking B**ch and lets get it on

Fresh pack just came in bussin it down I got it from TUNE
Im hitting the gas it killin my throat its burning my chest dont know what imma do
This S''t some pressure im taking a breath
Im tryna recoupe, my lungs on fire im bussin a move
I think im on fire hot air ballon

I done touched the mars
I done seen the stars
Smoked a blunt with a dirty angel
He showed me the start
Light the blunt with a shooting star thats gone be the spark
You need a key to start but i dont leave the
I dont leave the park

Big shot I gotta take it
Tough shot I gotta make it
In the hood with some Ex Athletes who didnt make it
Work call got impatient
Glock Nine with the no safety
Black N***a look Haitian
In the trenches with some gangstas
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Writer: Justin Wilson
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Performed By: Justin M Wilson
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: Justin Wilson

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