Know Who I Am

[Intro: Meek Mill]

We done made it through all them motherfucking shootouts and dodged all them cases

Started with nothing now we got all this money

We blessed

God blessed us dreamchasers

I used to pray to God to get a million bucks

I used to pray to hit that bitch until I fucked

I used to pray these haters never hit me up

[?] nigga we blessed

[Chorus: K Smith]

In the trap with that work trying to come up on these bands

We run the streets

People know who I am

People know who I am

In the trap with that work trying to come up on these bands

We run the streets

People know who I am

People know who I am

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

I'm in my hood, rich as a bitch

Right on the corner, feeling like Rich

Porter that is, they ordering bricks

Slaughter that is, 200 to flip

Lately I've really been noticing niggas been blowing and fucking up cop money

Lately my nigga been rolling and getting his dough and now they got block money

I got that go to Miami a weekend and chill for a bit get you shot money

Niggas they talking about robbing the ones that we be robbing I'm like you forgot money

Like we ain't never run down on niggas

Tell O run down on niggas

Sixteen in the field out there had it on four pound on niggas

Northside had crowns on wrists

What all you hater forget

What your forgot I paid all my dues

I was like twenty I Prezi'ed the watch

Had a prezi like Pac

Timing and money Omelly he got the same Prezi like Roc

He got a prezi like me, sheesh

We should be running for President, stop

Cause I don't be knowing, how people be rolling

They be catching new cases, the people patrolling

You look at they papers, they read it's over

Signing them statements, you squeaking it's over my nigga we knowing my nigga

[Chorus: K Smith]

In the trap with that work trying to come up on these bands

We run the streets

People know who I am

People know who I am

In the trap with that work trying to come up on these bands

We run the street

People know who I am

People know who I am

[Verse 2: K Smith]

I'm a west side nigga on the west side

My whole hood come when I step out

I'm on the floor with some niggas from the north side

Niggas hating but he know he got no clout

Got killers so I bring Cole out

Got O and they all gon' blow 'bout

At the blue store just like Roc

Looking for me I be right on my block

I ain't worried 'bout none of these niggas

It's just me and my niggas

My whole cold, wrist is

Try to snatch my chain that's your exit

I ain't worried about a thing got the things for my hitters

Got the things for my hitters in the trenches with the lions and gorillas

I thank God for my hitter

I'mma go hard for my squad

I pray to God they alright

I got the bag for one time

Bail money come right on top

I got them shooter round clock

Bitches be dropping them dimes

Niggas be flexing we know they be lying

In the trap with that work on my line

Run it up like

[Chorus: K Smith]

In the trap with that work trying to come up on these bands

We run the streets

People know who I am

People know who I am

In the trap with that work trying to come up on these bands

We run the street

People know who I am

People know who I am