[Chorus Section: Kid Hartha] Try to be the one that wanna roll this clip Blowing in the windy and it's cold as sh** If you ain't lookin' friendly you can hold this dick Hold this dick Cause' my soul is thick In this soulless pit I ain't' really nothin' but a grown a** kid f**ing with me now should've known back then! Rather be below ground then above motionless So I hope it gets... [Verse 1: Kid Hartha] Better But til' then, I'm ready for whatever Feel like I'm on the set of my own movie Batman, no George Clooney Had fam that was last tapped in the trap and they broke in Now he's in the pen, they got em Whether it's the City Government or even all the Churches in the covenant Corruption never ends in Gotham My homie knew I had a couple extra bucks to spend So he asked if I could lend to spot him, I said no problem That was before he got locked I ain't know his plot Selling narcotics to a narc, how he got knocked Following the flock Got his a** following the clock Now he's DJ tick to the tock Tried to flip to the top We had a shot, but you was Dealing that sh** to the kids on the block [Chorus Section: Kid Hartha] Try to be the one that wanna roll this clip Blowing in the windy and it's cold as sh** If you ain't' looking friendly you can hold this dick Hold this dick Cause' my soul is thick In this soulless pit I ain't' really nothing but a grown a** kid f**ing with me now should've known back then Rather be below ground then above motionless So I hope it gets... [Verse 2: Kid Hartha] A lot better from here It's not weather I fear I treasure my years Even when I measure my tears From my peers long gone Locked up twice now immortalized in a song If I do it from the heart I could do no wrong But you on the same status Pluto's on Why'd you have to chew those jawns? I guess the gravity had to be rapidly Pa**ing me, 2 months ago we was matching in traffic Traffic turned to trafficking Wanna be the trappin' king? What were you imagining? Did you ever think how many f**ing lives you were damaging? Sonny said that talent wasted is the saddest thing So I get wasted still battling, pour a lil' liquor for you every time I do I wish it wasn't true, but knowing you, it would've been the red pills you was selling if it wasn't blue! Where is my crew? Half of these motherf**ers is fiends, the other half dead or in jail too Try to sail through You can roll clips in the city but the city's gonna inhale you [Chorus Section: Kid Hartha] Try to be the one that wanna roll this clip Blowing in the windy and it's cold as sh** If you ain't' looking friendly you can hold this dick Hold this dick Cause' my soul is thick In this soulless pit I ain't' really nothing but a grown a** kid f**ing with me now should've known back then Rather be below ground then above motionless So I hope it gets... [Final Excerpt: Kid Hartha] The other day a friend of mine asked me, how I avoided the same fate as so many of my peers. It was a good question because I hadn't thought about it so much but, it was my dream