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

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

You gotta learn to use your mind

To help keep you out of certain situations

I'ma make it clear as I can for you young ****

You hear me?

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 Collins, capisce?

**** 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' **** get closer to Meek

It ain't 'bout who made the most, but let's make a toast

'Cause a lot of **** told and kept it on the low

How a self-made **** never wanna vote?

And before a record label, shit, I wanted coke

I'm talkin' L.A. Reid the biggest Babyface

This for my **** in the prisons sippin' Gatorade

All the hitters takin' pictures for they babies' maid

Or baby mamas in the projects tryna make a way

**** lookin' funny when you get the hunnids

I got a school of gunners that'll get 'em punished

'Cause I'm on the streets, they consider me cunning

Hit you bitches in the Tesla, the push of a button

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

Fifty restaurants, but a lot of me hungry

These **** wanna gossip, I just want the dollars

All-black Phantoms going south from Collins

Villains know we killin', so that ain't a problem

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

You could pat me down, but I got it regardless

Js that I'm rockin', they gotta be goggles

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

Set 'em up like 2Pac, get 'em to rob 'em

I always loved Big, shit, I did it big

I released Omarion, he began to fizz

Double M the kids, now we back to biz

36 a brick, baby, here it is

My **** in designer but we militant

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

220 on the dash, you 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 worse, we lost Kobe in a 'copter

Three months later, **** 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

It's love and loyalty by any means

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

To never pray amongst your enemies

Been around the world too many times now

That new shit's feelin' old to me

And trustin' new **** been old to me for so long

When the real **** coming home?

Home ('Cause it's been a mean world without you)

Yeah (Shouldn't I, baby, shouldn't I?)

When the real **** coming home?

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

Yeah (Shouldn't I, baby, shouldn't I?) (Maybach Music)