Meek Mill, K Smith - Know Who I Am lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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