Hotel Nightclub.

(Ooh, Who Made the Beat?
Ade Made the Beat)

Oak$hawn
Yeah
Yeah
Ok, look

Aye
Sippin' on lean, while I'm smokin' on cannabis
Ain't no way you can handle it
Aye
Fuck is a middleman?
I was born to chase guap and get dividends
I be living my life, ain't regrettin' shit
Give a fuck about a little petty bitch
She be suckin' dick - just to swallow shit
Aye
Huh, bitch
So what are we into?
Shoppin' at Louis, I got me a bag
Just look what I been through
Cop me two ounces and selling it fast
A nigga be outchea'
Like a nigga be right there
Young nigga be everywhere, aye
She fuck with my melodies
And that bittie a baddie with double D's
I don't FWU - you are not company
You my son - bitch, look up to me
Aye, aye
A nigga be speeding Impala
Chasin' this guala
Speeding, lookin' like a greedy ass d*mon
Live my life, yeah, just like a young d*mon
Fill ya bitch up, with hella s*men
You know, yeah - I beat it, beat it
Mission, yeah
Yes, a nigga do complete it
'Member nights when I was locked up in a cell
Swear to God, yeah that shit was a Hell
Had to fall back, yes - did prevail
Got the win, never going back to Hell
Gotta get it, gotta really show and tell
Oh - get to the money, Oak
Back in school, yeah, he never made honor roll
But he made it some way, chase a pot of gold
It's a will and a way, so we make it bro
Make it to the top is where we gotta go
I stay focused on workin' - and focused and workin' on getting my dreams
While you sleeping hoe

And I'm cautious, so I do not sleep alone
And my conscience told me you not trusted bro
And I'm making this money, like shit isn't funny
I advise you to never go tell a joke
And I heard you plottin'
Got you in my scope
Got you in my fuckin' Interscope
We 'gon catch you on the inner coast
Knock you out the fuckin' outer coast

You outta bounds and you be telling lies
I don't trust you fuckin' other guys
I don't trust you fuckin' other guys
Me and Ade, we a fuckin' god
We the fuckin' team - the fuckin' mob
I don't trust you fuckin' other guys
You outta bounds and you be telling lies

Brodie's ain't homies
Niggas 'gon say they they 'yo Brodie
Nigga, I was damn near homeless
You ain't even try to pick up phone calls
Told me to get out the pit - I was bummy
That shit - made me feel like I was nothing
So I had to boss up and get money
I be like "where is my daddy?"
Mommy got problems, nobody ain't help her
You was acting stingy for nothing
Hunnid racks and you ain't even throw me a crumble
It's okay, yeah baby, I'ma be humble
Soon as you fumble, I can't think about picking up you
Niggas be local
Soon to be global, so I gotta hustle
You know I gotta go and get it
Young nigga on a mission
Got that Mac in the back, like I'm Diddy Kong
When I get on the beat, I turn feelings off
It's a Keoni Lee and Adizzy song
These niggas be talkin' - Rosetta Stone
These bitches be horny and Home Alone
Put this dick down her throat, like McDonald's straw
I was the man as a kid and all
But I'm not a kid, I don't kid at all
Call me Keoni, not Keenan and Kel
You know I whip Maserati cars
These niggas be cappin'
They cap-alot
I used to trap a lot, on the block
And I still trap a lot, on the block
Like I'm Le'Bron, I'ma superstar
L-Like I'm Will Smith, I'ma superstar
L-L-Like I'm Keoni, a superstar
Aye