Original lyrics
EN[?] 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
