Little Havana (360 Reality Audio|Explicit) - Rick Ross/Willie Falcon/The-Dream

Lyrics by：Willie Falcon/William Leonard Roberts II/Terius Nash/Ian Devaney/Andrew Morris/Lisa Stansfield

Composed by：Willie Falcon/William Leonard Roberts II/Terius Nash/Ian Devaney/Andrew Morris/Lisa Stansfield

My name is Willie Falcon

I was the undisputed king in the c*****e industry

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

If you snort c*****e back in those days

There was 85% chance it was my c*****e

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

Oh

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

You hear me

Oh yeah yeah

Biggest

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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

N***as soul being sold and still own 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***as get closer to Meek

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

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

Oh yeah

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

Oh yeah

And before a record label s**t I wanted coke

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

This for my n***as 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***as 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***hes in a Tesla at the push of a button

Oh

If she got up in the coupe then she gotta be f**kin'

Fifty restaurants but a lot of me hungry

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These n***as 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 s**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***as 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 n***as 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

I know to never pray amongst your enemies

I've been around the world too many times now

That new s**t just feelin' old to me

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

When the real n***as 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***as coming home

Home

It's been a mean world without you

Yeah shouldn't I baby shouldn't I

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