Lost My Sense

I feel just like mavo when he was cracking cars

Still got flashbacks bout them days I miss my motherfucking dogs

Aye keep some money in yo pocket and keep that motherfucking rod

Dont make no motherfucking sense I got that blick up in my draws

Times was getting hard so bro nem start selling hard

Remember I used to steal them sperrys out the journeys in the mall

We can go gram for gram aint pulling scams but my niggas doing fraud

And if you fuck one of the bros you can not touch the escobar

It dont make no sense we in the bricks we toting sticks

Im in mike amiri drip you got to pay me for this shit

I drop jewles I dont drop dimes you know ill never drop a cent