Advice

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]

Pass me that doob baby

Alright

You niggas know what time it is

Trippy talking about my trippy niggas

All my hippy niggas, two thousand and fifty niggas

Trippy niggas

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 shit

Now they don't like us, not your ordinary guy

Cause I said fuck the rest, and showed you what my life was

And lil niggas got on, They tried to do it just like us

The niggas I know are the ones with the private flights booked

Whenever they havin' a party them niggas invite us

I'm rollin that Cali before I light up

Need a real nigga, call me and I'll be right up

And I'll be getting this money nigga despite all of these people hatin on me

Cause they don't understand

My niggas do everything you wanna do but I'ma just do everything that you can't

Taylor Gang, What up?

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

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

Niggas have work now it's time for shift change

Shit 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

Niggas 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?

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

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