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