Kush Jar Fashawn (Ft. Berner)

[Verse 1: Fashawn]
Friends saying I need to lay up off the liquor
And the Champagne, I know it's no good for my liver
Probably go to King Of Diamonds, and throw it all on a stripper
It's mister, roll it, light it, pass it [?]
Smoking something potent, smell the aroma when I enter
This shit will probably put you in a coma for a winter
Real nigga, this isn't no persona we invented
No different [?] or in Venis
California bending corners, I roll up in a [?]
With the stokbrokers [?] my denom
Big dreaming, with 16 O's on the mission
Hugging the lane like a Range Rover, I'm addicted
To the game as much as the fortune, I want the fame
[?] from the cradle to the grave
I always be a G, like a gram on a skale
What's a brick if you ain't got no cliantell?

[Chorus: Fashawn]
Pain in my vains, chronic in my system
Fucking with the games, should probably pay admition
Tryna see a hundred million dollars, so I'm pitching
Looking for me, I be on a mission, my nigga
Put the work on a skail, stuff the Kush in a jar
Got no cliantell, you ain't hustling hard
Watch me put the work on a skail, stuff the Kush in a jar
Got no cliantell, you ain't hustling hard