Contract Out On Cupid

Man I'm a king in my own rhyme
 So you can picture what I am
 In my own mind
 And baby set your ears up for a cold line
 And I ain't neva liked your ass bitch
 The whole time
 I like to take trips, buy clothes, yo
 Get cars and stuff
 My little RX7
 I burned out the clutch
 I gotta contract out on cupid
 He runnin for his life cause he seen how I do it
 Mix rap love with the bullets
 Get ya blown away
 On Valentine's with Jennifer Holiday
 It's high fashion baby to the nines
 Prayin' to the maker yo
 While livin' in the rhyme
 'Fore I leave the house I like to get my shoes shined
 Then movin' the ride with interior design
 I do it like (?)
 Spend money like a Leo
 A Pisces vertigo
 Life like a Scorpio
 And ya know that the flow I
 Is straight for the dough
 I need the dough
 To get the freakin' from the rhyme
 I get you freakin everytime
 From the flow
 Then playa pimp my playa pimpin' pimps like a pro
 A supa dupa Coca Motorola G-I Joe
 Man I've been fightin' my addictions with thangs
 That make me addicted
 Man welcome to the rap world
 Baby girl it's twisted
 Man treat a situation like a rental
 Thank God I got insurance
 We can trick it detrimental
 Like jail sleep time I get down
 Man welcome just in time so I could rock another town
 Bought some new rangs
 Sold all my chains
 My lady put my hair in a bun when it rains
 Co-Co-Cocaine
 Is what the homies say
 They gotta get it quick an sell it
 Make their money stay
 Fly by night
 Fly harder in the day
 Like Cheryl Miller's brother
 Man they shoot long range
 Put me in the game
 I'll show you how to spend a grip
 And though I like the number 7
 I can roll a 6
 I like to watch pancakes when they 'bout to flip
 And with that syrup waitin' on em at a quarter to 6
 And it's Nicky in em Jordan number nines
 Walkin' outta Popeye's eatin on fries
 (?)
 My homie said "Reno"
 I said "I'll drive"
 Some think I'm Indian
 I say "What tribe? "
 If I was a judge I would take all bribes NO LIE