Only turnin' up for the squadron
Shinin' 'round here, we gotta rob them
Bullets 'round here, we gotta dodge them
Stackin' up paper for the problems
Odds stacked up, see the odds then
We don't ever end up Steve Jobs then
We don't ever barely get jobs then
Georgetown massive goin' often
Throw it up for the squadron
Goofy nigga still gotta die
Pay for the time you switched sides
Quiet with the handout, me need vibes
Can't get the blessings, you ain't pay ties
I let it off and it burn, I'm only now on my grind
That phone turned to a shrine
Superheroes die 'round here all the time
Niggas dyin' 'round the corner where you come from
Where you goin' from, where your moms
And you soon to be some from
You don't got one comin', but f*ck it
For the sake of discussion
Niggas dyin' 'round here for the rona, for the corner
Tell a stone lover, make it warmer
With the strap from the block, tryna be Warren Buffett, it wasn't luck
Only turnin' up for the squadron
Shinin' 'round here, we gotta rob them
Bullets 'round here, we gotta dodge them
Stackin' up paper for the problems
Odds stacked up, see the odds then
We don't ever end up Steve Jobs then
We don't ever barely get jobs then
Georgetown massive goin' often
Throw it up for the squadron
I'm in Jordan mode, nigga, in my scrimmage game
I'm a saint in real life, it's my middle name
Look how far a nigga get when you really aim
I guess you really came
I'm a superstar, nigga, but I keep it plain
I'm a superstar, nigga, but I'm street the same
Only thing changed on me is this visa chain, yeah
Niggas dyin' 'round the corner where you come from
Where you goin' from, where your moms
And you soon to be some from
You don't got one comin', but f*ck it
For the sake of discussion
Niggas dyin' 'round here for the rona, for the corner
Tell a stone lover, make it warmer
With the strap from the block, tryna be Warren Buffett, it wasn't luck
Only turnin' up for the squadron
Shinin' 'round here, we gotta rob them
Bullets 'round here, we gotta dodge them
Stackin' up paper for the problems
Odds stacked up, see the odds then
We don't ever end up Steve Jobs then
We don't ever barely get jobs then
Georgetown massive goin' often
Throw it up for the squadron
Saint Jhn - For The Squadron Lyrics
Saint Jhn - For The Squadron Lyrics
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Only turnin' up for the squadron
Shinin' 'round here, we gotta rob them
Bullets 'round here, we gotta dodge them
Stackin' up paper for the problems
Odds stacked up, see the odds then
We don't ever end up Steve Jobs then
We don't ever barely get jobs then
Georgetown massive goin' often
Throw it up for the squadron
Goofy nigga still gotta die
Pay for the time you switched sides
Quiet with the handout, me need vibes
Can't get the blessings, you ain't pay ties
I let it off and it burn, I'm only now on my grind
That phone turned to a shrine
Superheroes die 'round here all the time
Niggas dyin' 'round the corner where you come from
Where you goin' from, where your moms
And you soon to be some from
You don't got one comin', but f*ck it
For the sake of discussion
Niggas dyin' 'round here for the rona, for the corner
Tell a stone lover, make it warmer
With the strap from the block, tryna be Warren Buffett, it wasn't luck
Only turnin' up for the squadron
Shinin' 'round here, we gotta rob them
Bullets 'round here, we gotta dodge them
Stackin' up paper for the problems
Odds stacked up, see the odds then
We don't ever end up Steve Jobs then
We don't ever barely get jobs then
Georgetown massive goin' often
Throw it up for the squadron
I'm in Jordan mode, nigga, in my scrimmage game
I'm a saint in real life, it's my middle name
Look how far a nigga get when you really aim
I guess you really came
I'm a superstar, nigga, but I keep it plain
I'm a superstar, nigga, but I'm street the same
Only thing changed on me is this visa chain, yeah
Niggas dyin' 'round the corner where you come from
Where you goin' from, where your moms
And you soon to be some from
You don't got one comin', but f*ck it
For the sake of discussion
Niggas dyin' 'round here for the rona, for the corner
Tell a stone lover, make it warmer
With the strap from the block, tryna be Warren Buffett, it wasn't luck
Only turnin' up for the squadron
Shinin' 'round here, we gotta rob them
Bullets 'round here, we gotta dodge them
Stackin' up paper for the problems
Odds stacked up, see the odds then
We don't ever end up Steve Jobs then
We don't ever barely get jobs then
Georgetown massive goin' often
Throw it up for the squadron
Shinin' 'round here, we gotta rob them
Bullets 'round here, we gotta dodge them
Stackin' up paper for the problems
Odds stacked up, see the odds then
We don't ever end up Steve Jobs then
We don't ever barely get jobs then
Georgetown massive goin' often
Throw it up for the squadron
Goofy nigga still gotta die
Pay for the time you switched sides
Quiet with the handout, me need vibes
Can't get the blessings, you ain't pay ties
I let it off and it burn, I'm only now on my grind
That phone turned to a shrine
Superheroes die 'round here all the time
Niggas dyin' 'round the corner where you come from
Where you goin' from, where your moms
And you soon to be some from
You don't got one comin', but f*ck it
For the sake of discussion
Niggas dyin' 'round here for the rona, for the corner
Tell a stone lover, make it warmer
With the strap from the block, tryna be Warren Buffett, it wasn't luck
Only turnin' up for the squadron
Shinin' 'round here, we gotta rob them
Bullets 'round here, we gotta dodge them
Stackin' up paper for the problems
Odds stacked up, see the odds then
We don't ever end up Steve Jobs then
We don't ever barely get jobs then
Georgetown massive goin' often
Throw it up for the squadron
I'm in Jordan mode, nigga, in my scrimmage game
I'm a saint in real life, it's my middle name
Look how far a nigga get when you really aim
I guess you really came
I'm a superstar, nigga, but I keep it plain
I'm a superstar, nigga, but I'm street the same
Only thing changed on me is this visa chain, yeah
Niggas dyin' 'round the corner where you come from
Where you goin' from, where your moms
And you soon to be some from
You don't got one comin', but f*ck it
For the sake of discussion
Niggas dyin' 'round here for the rona, for the corner
Tell a stone lover, make it warmer
With the strap from the block, tryna be Warren Buffett, it wasn't luck
Only turnin' up for the squadron
Shinin' 'round here, we gotta rob them
Bullets 'round here, we gotta dodge them
Stackin' up paper for the problems
Odds stacked up, see the odds then
We don't ever end up Steve Jobs then
We don't ever barely get jobs then
Georgetown massive goin' often
Throw it up for the squadron
Writer: Carlos St. John Phillips, Lee Stashenko
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC