Do you want a verse Or Do you want a curse I remember way back when We was cooking in the kitchen and got served Trapping in the church and got blessed Running up the digits priest impressed Bitches calling bitches pretty less I did my shit with no pres break no sweat Gotta serve it hot right off the oven Lotta flavors on deck you gotta your own poison Think about crossing me men you up trouble I will wipe your whole crew out then smoke a blunt with you When I’m done I’ll pick you a spot and 6 feet bury you Gotta send the message loud & clear, leave a mark Always got a lighter on me men I like to spark Serving junkies crack even in the dark grahrr CEO of the year check the charts I said I hit I’ll a milli and then I’ll stop, did not I said I hit I’ll 2 millis and then I’ll stop, did not I said I hit I’ll a millis and then I’ll stop, (did not)