作词 : Carlos St. John Phillips/Lee Stashenko

作曲 : Carlos St. John Phillips/Lee Stashenko

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 squa

Goofy n***a 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

N***as 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 f**k it

For the sake of discussion

N***as 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

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 n***a in my scrimmage game

I'm a saint in real life it's my middle name

Look how far a n***a get when you really aim oh

I guess you really came

I'm a superstar n***a but I keep it plain

I'm a superstar n***a but I'm street the same

Only thing changed on me is this piece of change yeah

N***as 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 f**k it

For the sake of discussion

N***as 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

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