For The Squadron
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
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 tithes
I let it off and it burn
I'm only now on my grind
Platform turned to a shrine
Superheroes die around 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 son from
You don't got one comin', but fuck it
For the sake of discussion
Niggas dyin' 'round here for the 'rona, from the corner
Tell a stone lover make it warmer
With the strap from the bluff tryna be the 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 massa 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, oh
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 piece of change, yeah
Niggas dyin' 'round the corner
Where you come from, where you goin' from
Where your moms and you soon-to-be son from
You don't got one comin', but fuck it
For the sake of discussion
Niggas dyin' 'round here for the 'rona, from the corner
Tell a stone lover make it warmer
With the strap from the bluff tryna be the 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 massa 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 massa 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 tithes
I let it off and it burn
I'm only now on my grind
Platform turned to a shrine
Superheroes die around 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 son from
You don't got one comin', but fuck it
For the sake of discussion
Niggas dyin' 'round here for the 'rona, from the corner
Tell a stone lover make it warmer
With the strap from the bluff tryna be the 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 massa 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, oh
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 piece of change, yeah
Niggas dyin' 'round the corner
Where you come from, where you goin' from
Where your moms and you soon-to-be son from
You don't got one comin', but fuck it
For the sake of discussion
Niggas dyin' 'round here for the 'rona, from the corner
Tell a stone lover make it warmer
With the strap from the bluff tryna be the 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 massa goin' often
Throw it up for the squadron
Credits
Writer(s): Lee Stashenko, Carlos St. John Phillips
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