作曲 : Carlos St. John/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 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 **** 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 piece of 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 **** 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 squad