ID Labs - Advice lyrics

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] Pa** me that doob baby Alright You n***as know what time it is Trippy talking about my trippy n***as All my hippy n***as, two thousand and fifty n***as Trippy n***as The gang, the gang The gang, the gang The gang, the gang The gang, the gang The gang, the gang The gang, the gang The gang, the gang The gang, the gang [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Uh I'm high again On my way up 30,000 feet, In the sky again Gon' be gone, from here to the end of July And somebody that I care for askin' me why again Walking through the airport Smelling like a pound Was happy when we ain't have sh** Now they don't like us, not your ordinary guy Cause I said f** the rest, and showed you what my life was And lil n***as got on, They tried to do it just like us The n***as I know are the ones with the private flights booked Whenever they havin' a party them n***as invite us I'm rollin that Cali before I light up Need a real n***a, call me and I'll be right up And I'll be getting this money n***a despite all of these people hatin on me Cause they don't understand My n***as do everything you wanna do but I'ma just do everything that you can't Taylor Gang, What up? [Hook] No we ain't the same Homie every show you gon' be going through lots of things If you tryin' to live My life, my life, my life, my life, my life And you think you know Wanting my advice I'ma tell you to get your own Instead of tryin' to live My life, my life, my life, my life, my life [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] I was raised in the city that the fish saved Where little kids go to school, learn to get slaved n***as have work now it's time for shift change sh** changed now I'm ballin' in a big way Time to eat, time for all my team to get payed Anybody got a problem with it, get sprayed Anybody got some chronic leaf then get blazed Started at bottom now we in a big game Now my OJ go in my champaign And its diamonds all in my damn ring And my rollie matchin' my gold chain And my shows come with they own bling And my money come in the rubber bands n***as hatin' cause they don't understand My homies do everything that you wanna do I'ma just do everything that you can't Pittsburgh, what up? [Hook] No we ain't the same Homie every show you gon' be going through lots of things If you tryin' to live My life, my life, my life, my life, my life And you think you know Wanting my advice I'ma tell you to get your own Instead of tryin' to live My life, my life, my life, my life, my life [Verse 3: Berner] Uh huh Yellow roses in the ocean, tears drop for my mother On the road for two months ain't seen my daughter all summer Tonight I'm on cookies, please no sour I step downstairs and watch my Kush plants flower Two big houses put twenty lights in both of them The PAX showed up I felt strange when I opened it Pops came around, I finally got close to him And let a hater talk and watch a fourty cal open him Green thumb, two strains on my stick Two chains on my neck, 30k on my wrist My hands all sticky from this fresh batch of Kush I came a long way from a cold hearted crook Two Tuk,[?] block cell thats my OG Me and Wizle man went and got the whole P I went from a quarter kick to whole key And got my car dirty like a Sprite with the Codeine