Duke Westlake - Shatto Park (Pop-Up Video) lyrics

Hi haters, I'm back from a hiatus Don't know what my name is? Then Spotify later I'm a pro, you's a prototype; all your rhymes beta You rappers undecided like a poli-sci major Been reading novels as big as bibles, in different genres From Murakami's to how to cultivate marijuana Been eatin better from chicken burgers to parmigiana They never loved us now they try to put their arm around us No baby mamas and no debt, im a f**in problem Got a b**h that's mad rich in La Canada Rumor has it that her daddy own siracha If its ever out of business, I ain't ever have to stock up Back up, yea parker be the name Mothaf**as try to put me in a marketable lane You can take all that bullsh** to Barcelona, Spain Im the head matador around these parts, it's the K Town that is, renown that is Got the baddest down yellow b**hes around, ya dig I might buy you cris, but that about it Might light your cig, but that about it Been goin in, straight underdog One nation, under god f** a blog I seen too many rappers try to s** em off But not jon, got my own dot com So iconic, with a flow like god They should have my statue on Vermont boulevard Got a gang of broads, that look like nia long That cook like lil b and f** like bella donna Pop pills the next morning its ox tail Hot pots with smells that leave the block filled Got Asian homies that sell rock and rock grills And still helpin at the shop that there pops built That side hustle there moma don't really know about , nah She don't question as long as the envelope is out Deliver money to her door, like the clearing house Now that's a good son, something she can brag about Harvard, Princeton, berekely and Stanford Booked in the top schools im loved by the chancellors Came from the junkyard, Asian son of Sanford I raised these kids now they raise em like the panthers I ain't sayin im a pioneer But I ain't sayin that im not I was raised in the riot years, 92 While it was quiet on your block You drive in a Pa**at, while Biting your croissant Relying on your pops, to supply you with the guap Your life is a facade you's a trust fund baby You ain't on the list, you a plus one maybe Catch me, wining and dining at line hotel Pretty servers with the stripes lookin fine as hell The homie roy, treat me like a top clientele You know that's family, he never lets me buy my meals On some goodfellas sh**, Got hood yellow kids Lookin up to a brother like he leads fellowships You wanna hear a speech to achieve excellence But my outreach tell em do as you wish Use intuition and lose inhibitions My major and minor were two intersections My Professors are locked up or doped up The ones we idolized now toast us Used to chill at shatto park Now im at chateau marmont Came a long way now I'm on Yo I'm back but for now I'm gone