Meek Mill - Know Who I Am lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill] We done made it through all them motherf**ing 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 b**h until I f**ed I used to pray these haters never hit me up [?] n***a 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 b**h 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 n***as been blowing and f**ing up cop money Lately my n***a 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 n***as they talking about robbing the ones that we be robbing I'm like you forgot money Like we ain't never run down on n***as Tell O run down on n***as Sixteen in the field out there had it on four pound on n***as 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 n***a we knowing my n***a [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 n***a on the west side My whole hood come when I step out I'm on the floor with some n***as from the north side n***as hating but he know he got no clout Got k**ers 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 n***as It's just me and my n***as 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 b**hes be dropping them dimes n***as 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