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Official ‘For The Squadron’ Lyrics By Saint JHN

Saint JHN Lyrics

Read the official lyrics to ‘For The Squadron’ by Saint JHN, the song was produced by talented music producer Fallen. ‘For The Squadron’ is another single off Saint JHN’ upcoming album – Collection Two.

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Official For The Squadron Lyrics By Saint JHN
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Saint JHN – For The Squadron Lyrics

Chorus
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

Verse 1
Goofy nigga 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 tithеs
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

Pre-Chorus
Niggas dying ’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 coming, but fuck it
For the sake of discussion
Niggas dying ’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

Chorus
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

Verse 2
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

Pre-Chorus
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, 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

Chorus
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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