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For The Squadron

 

For The Squadron


Only turning up for the squadron
Shining 'round here, we gotta rob them
Bullets 'round here, we gotta dodge them
Stacking 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 going 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 dying 'round the corner where you come from
Where you going from, where your moms
And you soon to be son from
You don't got one coming, but fuck it
For the sake of discussion
Niggas dying 'round here for the rona, for the corner
Tell a stone lover make it warmer
With the strap from the block, tryna be the Warren Buffett, it wasn't luck

Only turning up for the squadron
Shining 'round here, we gotta rob them
Bullets 'round here, we gotta dodge them
Stacking 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 going 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 piece of chain, yeah

Niggas dying 'round the corner where you come from
Where you going from, where your moms
And you soon to be son from
You don't got one coming, but fuck it
For the sake of discussion
Niggas dying 'round here for the rona, for the corner
Tell a stone lover make it warmer
With the strap from the block, tryna be the Warren Buffett, it wasn't luck

Only turning up for the squadron
Shining 'round here, we gotta rob them
Bullets 'round here, we gotta dodge them
Stacking 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 going often
Throw it up for the squadron

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