We Would Sell Some

[Hook: Kidd Upstairs]

Good kush in all them jars
150 script of bars
Whitney Gayle call that white
750 for the large
Man we all play hard, man we all play parts
I got a lucky break, and now I gotta play it smart
But I don't give a fuck, what my neighbors do
Cause when you need some plug, got my neighbors coming through
People, she like, "damn, really?"

[Verse 1: Kidd Upstairs]

I was outta Florida, getting things from the California border
Serving orders, burning mortars
Damn we was kids man
In the grand scheme 'less I'm dealing with the hitman
Thought my life was gone so how could I just forget man
Thanking the creator never had to wear those wristbands this and
I swore I'd never do it, again
So I don't push nose that's just what I put this bump in, thinking

Tell the world what we doing, how
Let the world know it's moving, how
Man I keep that shit on circle, how?
Bring your friends bag of purple, how?

[Verse 2: Kidd Upstairs]
I know Fed Ex scanners don't pick up car oil
Ran out of sandwich bags gotta put that in that foil
Man I'm loyal to that vow, but I still remember how
Only talk about it now cause I know for sure I'm out
And I can breathe this kush I don't gotta push an ounce
I get it from my people, never give em any doubt
Man don't be hypo-critic, I popped a couple digits
I'm looking for some more we ain't got it, gotta get it, it's got em thinkin

[Verse 3: Kidd Upstairs]
Wow, but you still got all that weight? (yup)
What's that mean? you gon' take that to the face? (yup)
Is that laced? is that the hype in LA?
You making all of this music you sacrificing your brain? (yup)
Yea it does it for them hoes
Man I got a high nine that I'm fucking on the low
I get drunk before the show need the crowd for my chase
Neighbors backstage, holding loud in the case
And they all be here with me, backpacks with me
And I don't want it all see you gotta be picky
And we don't want it all man it's gotta be sticky
Young hippies

Done