[?] got coke stains I'm addicted to the dope game A hundred round sticks with the shell catchers (brr) My work better and the cell better Fiends fell out from a bomb hit (shh) When they got up, they said: I got that bomb shit I hope chapo run forever Poppin' off twin berettas (boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom) Take a minute out, and think for yourself What it would be like to go through life, absolutely perfect? With no flaws, no blemishes Every single thing you do is absolutely perfect Well, you're looking at the man who was born, with a sign of perfection that hangs over him And the man who likes to take advantage of people A man who likes to beat people at their own game That's what I do the best, that's why I'm mr. Perfect