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 [Hook: 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 [Hook: 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 [Hook: 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