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 (Oh) I'ma make it clear as I can for you young niggas 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 college, capisce? Niggas 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' 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) 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 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 (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 cunning (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah) 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 (M—M—M) 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 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, shit, 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 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 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 shit just feelin' old to me And trustin' new niggas been old to me for so long When the real niggas coming home? (M—M—) 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)