Album Cover Dream & Willie Falcon

Dream & Willie Falcon

RICK ROSS

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"My name is Willie Falcon

I was the undisputed king in the cocaine industry

From the mid-′70s through the '80s, and into the ′90sIf 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 honor

That's why my best days are ahead of me

I am richer than I've ever been

I would love 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-oh-oh)

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

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 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)

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 baby face

This for my niggas in the prisons, sippin′ Gatorade

All these hitters, takin' pictures for they baby′s maid

Her baby mama's in the projects, tryna make a way (oh-ooh-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 cunnin' (oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)

Hit you bitches in a Tesla at the push of a button (ooh-ooh)

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

50 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

J′s that I'm rockin′, they gotta be goggles (ooh)

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

Set ′em up like 2Pac, get 'em to rob 'em (ooh-ooh)

I always loved B.I.G., shit, I did it big

I released Omarion, he began ta fizz

Double-M the kids, now we back ta biz′

36 a brick, baby, here it is

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

I got this city on my back, and that′s just what it is

220 on the dash, 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 wor′, we lost Kobe in a 'copter

Three months later, they gon′ 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 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)

(Home) it's been a mean world without you (yeah-ehh)

Shouldn′t I, baby, shouldn't I? (When the real niggas coming home?)

(Home) it′s been a mean world without you (yeah-ehh)

Shouldn't I, baby, shouldn't I?

(Maybach Music)