(SANA CHORUS)
I'm breaking free from this reality
I guess you thought that this would change me
Guess I'm changing, changing for the better
Oh, I'm changing, changing for the better
I don't wanna be the one that people get to walk all over
I just want to be the one that can always have all the power, the power
(APRIL FOOZE)
Gucci on my wrist, we got the cash and the money
Gun up to your face, we eye to eye, but you below me
(P MONEY VERSE)
P, still on my gang shit
I might make Sana a bandit
Bank job, I ain't saying who planned it
If the car parked outside then we camp it
Rumours said they 3-manned it
Stole from a bank and banked it
Jail free card if I call up Locksley, my card packs more power than Gambit's
Snitches giving out Pamphlets
Riding for feds like Candice
I'm telling you straight, I'm candid
Heard south-side is doing up banquets
Fake alliances, fuck that shit
Keep running your mouth on that shit
And you won't need Botox for a fat lip
That ain't gangster man, you ain't that slick
This one's for me, never changed my ways or my company
If I can't find what they done for me
Then long gone are the days where I come for free
In the cards, you can hear what I've done for them
I never charged for verses I done for them
If they act like nothing was done for them
Then in the streets you'll hear what I done to them
I'm breaking free from this reality
I guess you thought that this would change me
Guess I'm changing, changing for the better
Oh, I'm changing, changing for the better
I don't wanna be the one that people get to walk all over
I just want to be the one that can always have all the power, the power
(APRIL FOOZE)
Gucci on my wrist, we got the cash and the money
Gun up to your face, we eye to eye, but you below me
(P MONEY VERSE)
P, still on my gang shit
I might make Sana a bandit
Bank job, I ain't saying who planned it
If the car parked outside then we camp it
Rumours said they 3-manned it
Stole from a bank and banked it
Jail free card if I call up Locksley, my card packs more power than Gambit's
Snitches giving out Pamphlets
Riding for feds like Candice
I'm telling you straight, I'm candid
Heard south-side is doing up banquets
Fake alliances, fuck that shit
Keep running your mouth on that shit
And you won't need Botox for a fat lip
That ain't gangster man, you ain't that slick
This one's for me, never changed my ways or my company
If I can't find what they done for me
Then long gone are the days where I come for free
In the cards, you can hear what I've done for them
I never charged for verses I done for them
If they act like nothing was done for them
Then in the streets you'll hear what I done to them
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