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 honour

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

And given me love and give me my name in your music for the past two decades

Erupts me that I had your support for so many years

You gotta learn to use your money, it'll keep you out of certain situations (Oh)

I'ma make it clear as I can for you young niggas, you hear me? (Oh, yeah yeah)

Biggest

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 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, yeah)

I was self made, nigga, never won a vote (oh, yeah)

And before a record label, shit, I wanted coke

I'm talkin' L.A. reid the biggest babyface

This for my niggas 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

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 cunning

Hit your bitches in a Tesla at the push of a button (Oh)

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

Fifty 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

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

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

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

I always loved BIG, shit, I did it big

I released Omarion and he began to fizz

Double M the kids now we back to biz'

Thirty six a brick, baby, here it is

My niggas in designer but we militant (oh, yeah)

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

Two twenty on the dash 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 niggas forget all about you

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

Did you cry for the men 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

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 (It's been a mean world without you)

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

When the real niggas coming home?

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

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

(Maybach Music)