Little Havana

Willie Falcon:

My name is Willie Falcon

I was the undisputed king in the coca!ne industry

From the mid '70s through the '80s and into the '90s

If you snort coca!ne back in those days

There was 85% chance it was my coca!ne

I helped build Miami skyline into what it is today

Twenty billion dollars got me twenty-seven years in federal prison

I always live by the code of honor

That's why my best days are ahead of me

I am richer than I've ever been

I would like to send my love to my friend Rick Ross

Rick, I'm immensely appreciated in giving me love

And keeping my name in your music for the past two decades

It rocks me that I had your support for so many years

Rick Ross & The-Dream:

You gotta learn to use your mind

To help keep you out of certain situations (Oh)

I'ma make it clear as I can for you young n!ggas

You hear me? (Oh yeah, yeah)

Biggest (M-M-Maybach Music)

Problem was I never was a prodigy

Possibly, my biggest flaw is lack of modesty

Diabolical means, never knew college degrees

Sippin' coffee at a cafe on Collins, capisce?

N!ggas soul being sold and still on a leash

Roger Goodell boy, he ain't a corniche

I was really throwin' money, I really saw Meech

And I let them rappin' n!ggas get closer to Meek

It ain't bottle made the most but let's make a toast

'Cause a lot of n!ggas told and kept it on the low (Oh yeah)

How a self-made n!gga never wanna vote? (Oh yeah)

And before a record label, sh!t, I wanted coke

I'm talkin' L.A. Reid, the biggest babyface

This for my n!ggas in the prisons sippin' Gatorade

All these hitters takin' pictures for they babies maid

Her baby mama's in the projects tryna make a way (Oh)

N!ggas lookin' funny when you get the hunnids (Oh yeah)

I gotta school Adonis, daddy get 'em punished (Oh yeah)

Because I'm on the streets, they consider me cunning (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)

Hit your b!tches in a Tesla the push of a button (Oh)

If she got up in the coupe then she gotta be fxckin'

Fifty restaurants but a lot of me hungry (M—M—M)

These n!ggas wanna gossip, I just want the dollars

All black Phantoms going south from Collins (Oh yeah)

Villains know we killin' so that ain't a problem (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)

I'm gonna stack my money, be a better father

You could pat me down but I got it regardless

Shades that I'm rockin', they gotta be goggles (Oh)

When we plot to kill 'em, we send a few bottles (Oh)

Set 'em up like 2Pac, get 'em to rob 'em (Oh)

I always loved BIG, sh!t, I did it big

I released Omarion, he began to fizz

Double M the kids, now we back to biz'

Thirty-six a brick, baby, here it is

My n!ggas in designer but we militant (Oh yeah)

I got the city on my back and that's just what it is

The-Dream:

Two-twenty on the dash, you still can't stop us

I just got back to my girl to the opera

'Cause Ojek got back, he went and bought a chopper

As if it couldn't get worse, we lost Kobe in a 'copter

Three months later, n!ggas forget all about you

Always doubt you, now they can't live without you

Did you cry for the man or did you cry for the fame?

Did you pour out for the pain?

I've been around this world so many times, I

Just love and loyalty by any means

I've been around this world so many times

I know to never pray amongst your enemies

I've been around the world too many times now

That new sh!t just feelin' old to me

And trustin' new n!ggas been old to me for so long

When the real n!ggas coming home? (M—M—)

Home (It's been a mean world without you)

Yeah, shouldn't I, baby, shouldn't I?

When the real n!ggas coming home?

Home (It's been a mean world without you)

Yeah, shouldn't I, baby, shouldn't I?

(Maybach Music)