Little Havana (feat. Willie Falcon & The-Dream)

"My name is Willie Falcon
I was the undisputed king in the cocaine industry
From the mid-'70s through the '80s, and into the '90s
If you snort cocaine back in those days
There was 85% chance, it was my cocaine
I helped build Miami skyline into what it is today
20-billion dollars got me 27 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 love 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

You gotta learn to use your mind to help keep you out of certain situations (oh-oh-oh)
I'mma make it clear as I can for you young niggas, you hear me? (Oh yeah, yeah)
Biggest (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 café on college, capisce?
Niggas soul being sold and still own a leash
Roger Goodell boy, he ain't a corneich
I was really throwin' money, I really saw Meech
And I let them rappin' niggas get closer to Meek
It ain't bottle made the most, but let's make a toast
'Cause a lot of niggas told and kept it on the low (oh)
How a self-made nigga never wanna vote? (Oh yeah)
And before a record label, shit, I wanted coke
I'm talkin' L.A. Reid, the biggest baby face
This for my niggas in the prisons, sippin' Gatorade
All these hitters, takin' pictures for they baby's maid
Her baby mama's in the projects, tryna make a way (oh-ooh-oh)
Niggas 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 cunnin' (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
Hit you bitches in a Tesla at the push of a button (ooh-ooh)
If she got up in the coupe, then she gotta be fuckin'
50 restaurants, but a lot of me hungry
These niggas 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 pay me down, but I got it regardless
J's that I'm rockin', they gotta be goggles (ooh)
When we plot to kill 'em, we send a few bottles (ooh)
Set 'em up like 2Pac, get 'em to rob 'em (ooh-ooh)
I always loved B.I.G., shit, I did it big
I released Omarion, he began ta fizz
Double-M the kids, now we back ta biz'
36 a brick, baby, here it is
My niggas in designer, but we militant (oh yeah)
I got this city on my back, and that's just what it is

220 on the dash, still can't stop us
I just got back, took my girl to the opera
'Cause Ojek got back, he went and bought a chopper
As if it couldn't get wor', we lost Kobe in a 'copter
Three months later, they gon' 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 shit just feelin' old to me
And trustin' new niggas been old to me, for so long

When the real niggas coming home? (Home)
(Home) it's been a mean world without you (yeah-ehh)
Shouldn't I, baby, shouldn't I? (When the real niggas coming home?)
(Home) it's been a mean world without you (yeah-ehh)
Shouldn't I, baby, shouldn't I?
(Maybach Music)