Discover the poetic beauty in ‘FTW’ by Aaron Rose. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Aaron Rose or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Where should I begin?
I came here to win
Again and again
Ain’t nothin’ risked, yeah
Me and my friends, uh
Makin’ these M’s, uh
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
Nigga, legend like Detox
This that Linkin Park, we rock
We ’bout to spark, never stop
Westbrook nigga, feel these shots, yeah
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, yeah
Me and my friends, uh
Makin’ these M’s, uh
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
Nigga, legend like Detox
This that Linkin Park, we rock
We ’bout to spark, never stop
Westbrook nigga, feel these shots, yeah (Badman)
I made a mil’ at twenty-one
Then doubled up at twenty-two
My niggas got plenty guns
If I point them out, they gon’ shoot (uh)
Doin’ donuts in the coupe
Youngest nigga on the loose
I deserve it, I do
Did ten thousand in the stu’ (facts)
Ain’t talkin’ bands, I’m talkin’ hours
‘Cause I need the money and the power
The respect levels on the dials
Yeah, sit ’em down, stick a crown on
F*ck being humble, let your nuts hang
I’m ready to run, my nigga, come bang
Middle fingers out the Mustang
I’m ridin’ round like I’m Bruce Wayne
Hundred racks in my safe
By my waist
Try to run in my place
Catch shots in the face
And I bet I beat the case
I can show you real gang stuff
This shit rockin’, no chase up
Couple mil in my base yeah
Where should I begin?
I came here to win
Again and again
Ain’t nothin’ risked, yeah
Me and my friends, uh
Makin’ these M’s, uh
Pull up in a Benz, huh, killin’ ya, killin’ ya
Where should I begin?
I came here to win
Again and again
Ain’t nothin’ risked, yeah (yo)
Me and my friends, uh
Makin’ these M’s, uh (yeah)
Pull up in a Benz, huh, killin’ ya, killin’ ya
Killin’ em, nigga, I’m killin’ ’em
Since keepin’ been blowin’ with Gilligan, I was
Killin’ em, straight Kendall Gillingham
And here it begins, countin’ my wins
A thousand and ten of ’em, niggas is mice
I’ma make men of ’em, niggas is nice
Word to your woman friend I’m tryna get it in
You know how it go
I put her on to my bro’s
You a rest haven for hoes
But these highs weigh out the lows
So I’m smokin’ all alone
In my zone
I swear I be killin’ ’em
Buffalo Billin’ ’em just like a poacher
Lean off the Addy just like I’m supposed to
Young nigga just doin’ the most
Most, most, most, most, most, most, most, most