SAINt JHN – For The Squadron (Audio, Lyrics)

Music maestro, SAINt JHN unveils the new song, “For The Squadron”, produced by F a l l e n. Read the lyrics, buy, listen, stream, mp3 download.

Saint Jhn For The Squadron

SAINt JHN doesn’t operate like most other artists. He refuses to release his songs in conventional fashion, often sharing them with his core fanbase ahead of the official release, gauging popularity before adding them to streaming services. Previously, the Guyanese-American recording artist shared his latest single, “The Best Part Of Life,” which was first previewed as part of his world tour announcement (which was later postponed because of COVID). Similarly, SAINt shared his new song, “For The Squadron,” exclusively on YouTube last week before the inevitable widescale release.
Announcing to his fans that he is presently in Puerto Rico recording new music, SAINt JHN shared “For The Squadron,” asking for feedback on the record on YouTube. “I wanna do more of THIS, this year,” he said about the direction of his upcoming music.

SAINt JHN – For The Squadron (prod. F a l l e n)

Lyrics

[Chorus]
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
[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 tiеs
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
[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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
[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
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
[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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