Letter to my past Video (MV)

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