Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For The Squadron, artist - SAINt JHN. Date of issue: 17.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 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 son from |
| You don’t got one comin', but fuck 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 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 |
| 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 son from |
| You don’t got one comin', but fuck 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 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 |