Letter to my past

YUH YUH Mmmmm, Snake too many times Thinking bout the old me Shit i'm crying right now I'm tryna get this verse outta me I've popped too many percs trynna get this perc out me Thinking bout the old ways, Thinking bout the old days Let me tell you a story about a young boy He started playin' with soldiers just like some convoys Started hangin' with some killers before big toys Picked up a mic and started hangin' with them big boys Even through the wars I ain't really care bout beef Runnin up my bag give a f*ck about these streets I ain't need nobody, I just did it on my own Did it on them first days, did it on that first fleet See now the story started Watch a youngin' run his bag up Started pushing' them ps and got his bands up Had to turn off his love and run his bag up Can't be thinkin' of bitches It makes him anxious See, now the story started Watch him go retarded Makin' bands in the evening like he's uncharted He feelin' like a prince, how the f*ck I'm feelin' guarded Now I run my bag up, I'm really mobbin Look at where we started Mississippi robbin Feel like Batman, yeah, I'm tryna save these Gotham Caught all of the fakes off, I ain't tryna watch em They do me wrong and then they left up in that coffin Shit I'm cryin' right now, I'm trynna get this verse out me I popped too many percs, tryna get this perc out me Thinkin bout the old ways Thinkin bout the old days Let me tell you a story about a young boy He started playin' with soldiers just like some convoys Started hangin' with some killers before big toys Picked up a mic and started hangin' with them big boys Even through the wars, I ain't really care about beef Runnin up my bag, give a f*ck about these streets I ain't need nobody, I just did it on my own Did it on them first days, did it on that first fleet