[Intro: Willie Falcon]
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
[Interlude: Rick Ross & The-Dream]
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)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross & The-Dream]
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 Collins, capisce?
Niggas soul being sold and still on a leash
Roger Goodell boy, he in a corniche
I was really throwin' money, I really saw Meech
And I let them rappin' niggas get closer to Meek
It ain't about who 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 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
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
[Interlude: Rick Ross & The-Dream]
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)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross & The-Dream]
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 Collins, capisce?
Niggas soul being sold and still on a leash
Roger Goodell boy, he in a corniche
I was really throwin' money, I really saw Meech
And I let them rappin' niggas get closer to Meek
It ain't about who 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 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
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