SAINt JHN - For the Squadron lyrics

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SAINt JHN - For the Squadron lyrics

[Chorus] 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 massa goin' often Throw it up for the squadron [Verse 1] Goofy ni**a still gotta die Pay for the time you switched sides Quiet with the handout, me need vibеs Can't get the blessings, you ain't pay tiеs 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 [Pre-Chorus] ni**as 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 fu*k it For the sake of discussion ni**as dyin' 'round here for the rona, for the corner Tell a stone lover make it warmer With the strap from the block, tryna be one above it [Chorus] 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 massa goin' often Throw it up for the squadron [Verse 2] I'm in Jordan mode, ni**a, in my scrimmage game I'm a saint in real life, it's my middle name Look how far a ni**a get when you really aim I guess you really came I'm a superstar, ni**a, but I keep it plain I'm a superstar, ni**a, but I'm street the same Only thing changed on me is this visa chain, yeah [Pre-Chorus] ni**as 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 fu*k it For the sake of discussion ni**as dyin' 'round here for the rona, for the corner Tell a stone lover make it warmer With the strap from the block, tryna be one above it [Chorus] 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 massa goin' often Throw it up for the squadron