Conglomerate

[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, cocaine from Cuba, choppers from Iranians

Coupe like a UFO, welcome to Alien

I'm E.T. in the GT and I'm rapin' them

Fuckin' them, no Vaseline

Good night, then I'm talkin' them mafia screams

Silent cries of a coward

Kid said it best, gotta kill 'em in the shower

And I don't smoke diesel if the taste ain't sour

And I don't fuck with him if he ain't one of ours

I represent the Towers

Hangin' on a motherfucker startin' on my set gang

Bangin' on 'em motherfuckers

Respect it or check it, I'm nothin' to mess with

Ménage with my bitch and my exes, I'm that cold

Shit, got a bitch 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 shit

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 niggas is Barbie dolls

Bitches with four legs

Before I fuck, shit, 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 shit, 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 glass and niggas will jump in it

You think it's all love, but we ain't playin' no tennis

Niggas that will smoke you, local henchmen

Riders, looters, drivers benchin'

.38, special edition, no mask on