FTW Aaron Rose (Ft. Chuck Strangers & Joey Bada$$)
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[Chorus]
Where should I begin? I came here to win
Again and again, ain't nothin' risked
Me and my friends makin' these M's
Pull up in a Benz, huh, killin' ya, killin' ya
Bitch, I'm lit, can't tell me "Stop"
All these haters try to knock
Got that Yola and Reebok
Kicked through the door, I bust the lock
Livin' legend like Detox
This that Linkin Park, we rock
We 'bout to spark, never stop
Westbrook nigga, feel these shots, yeah
[Verse 1: Aaron Rose]
Ooh, bitch I might shoot straight out the roof
My team we breakin' the rules
Uh, I put the work like I clock in
Your bitch on my line, if I breathe it's a pool
That bitch all on me like Velcro
Flex when I stunt like a elbow
Back to back, I flow like headerback
They love the hate, see it all through the telescope
I can't relate, mindin' my ways
I know that money is time
My niggas suit up like it's prime
Get the bag only, that is the prime
Objective, bitch, respected
Stay one hundred like on a Big Dipper
Object, see consequences
Bury bone in your bitch, I might hit her, ooh
Where should I begin? I came here to win
Again and again, ain't nothin' risked
Me and my friends makin' these M's
Pull up in a Benz, huh, killin' ya, killin' ya
Bitch, I'm lit, can't tell me "Stop"
All these haters try to knock
Got that Yola and Reebok
Kicked through the door, I bust the lock
Livin' legend like Detox
This that Linkin Park, we rock
We 'bout to spark, never stop
Westbrook nigga, feel these shots, yeah
[Verse 1: Aaron Rose]
Ooh, bitch I might shoot straight out the roof
My team we breakin' the rules
Uh, I put the work like I clock in
Your bitch on my line, if I breathe it's a pool
That bitch all on me like Velcro
Flex when I stunt like a elbow
Back to back, I flow like headerback
They love the hate, see it all through the telescope
I can't relate, mindin' my ways
I know that money is time
My niggas suit up like it's prime
Get the bag only, that is the prime
Objective, bitch, respected
Stay one hundred like on a Big Dipper
Object, see consequences
Bury bone in your bitch, I might hit her, ooh
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