Verse 1
Yeah, Okay I got some money, straight from the Bank vault
Hip-hop is coming back, & it's Fresh money's fault
I am like some food, tell the haters add some salt
I heard she got a ass, I stare when she walk
Yeah, F.M.E til the death of me
f*ck some pus*y, til it gets the breath of me
Uh, King of Miami, b*tches better enjoy it
Some girls act like sl*ts, when ya take out a di*k, they go & toy it
Yeah, I swear I need some good Bud
Shot gun loaded, b*tches call me elmor fud
& if he talk sh*t, ya boy can get led is his guts
I'm the king, everybody else can get truked
Uh, let me stop fooling, let me get serious
Haters hear my sh*t, & get delirious
Uh
Interlude:Haha, LMCMB, Fresh mula til I'm gone
Verse 2
Yeah, been a year, & grandma still gone
It's alright tho, the cancer's gone from her bones
She said I was the king, & that the world was my throne
Mad it is just so sad, that one year she has been gone
Uh, stone kings, the Clique still strong
f*ck it, it's King Of Miami, Nina's the next song!