Time and Place För Everything

I'm getting used to the feeling of never sharing opinions

When you get close to the millions

**** don't mess with your feelings

New money buy you persona

I cannot wait to reveal it

You thinking money gon change me

But people made me a villain

How can I look in a mirror

And not see the vanity in him

How can you strap for protection

**** its poverty killing

Momma ain't raised me a killer

Victor ain't told me to kill em

They told me get em I got em

My God I'm making a living

I stopped taking advice from **** who need that advice

Limit your piece of the pie, hugging the block every night

Didn't want part of the circle, taking a chance with your life

You couldn't live with yourself

So you found it easier to die

Why

Why