Jay Rock - Conglomerate lyrics

[Verse 1] Respect my conglomerate, Watts City monument I rock plenty blocks Plenty hoes drop plenty off the tops when I'm rhymin' it Bringin' in revenue, this requitable untreadable Put me on a pedestal, I'll stay up there Schoolin' the youth, y'all are welcome to my daycare Strike like a bright match in the night Attack like a lion when you ain't tamin' her right Pull my aim to get right to your cranium Bars are titanium, c**aine from Cuba, choppers from Iranians Coupe like a UFO, welcome to Alien I'm E.T. in the GT and I'm rapin' them f**in' them, no Vaseline Good night, then I'm talkin' them mafia screams Silent cries of a coward Kid said it best, gotta k** 'em in the shower And I don't smoke diesel if the taste ain't sour And I don't f** with him if he ain't one of ours I represent the Towers Hangin' on a motherf**er startin' on my set gang Bangin' on 'em motherf**ers Respect it or check it, I'm nothin' to mess with Ménage with my b**h and my exes, I'm that cold sh**, got a b**h that's thick as my bankroll Puffin' up two Ls, I'm wearin' the Kangol Draped in gold like I strode by a rainbow I'll rob Slick Rick, I ain't poppin' big sh** Poppin' big clips, AR, firm grip Dominique Dawes, make every one of y'all flip I light the chronic and get high So high, I can play dominoes with God Breakin' bread with the disciples and sip wine Come back down and tell you I had a good time West Coast dime like the sunset Don't worry 'bout me, I ain't have a son yet They pray for my downfall They want to walk in my shadow like a groundhog These n***as is Barbie dolls b**hes with four legs Before I f**, sh**, I need head Doin' bad, then askin' you for bread Rasta, those are the days that I tread Case closed, right back on the road with it Pimp sh**, whatever I say, she roll with it Smash a live nation way before Hov did it Polo Dickies, cut low-low fitted Low-low on Melrose, tap switches Eight (?) and Jehovahs bear witness I was taught, "Stay with your gun and mind your business" And windows just gla** and n***as will jump in it You think it's all love, but we ain't playin' no tennis n***as that will smoke you, local henchmen Riders, looters, drivers benchin' .38, special edition, no mask on