Know Who I Am Lyrics - Singles - K Smith

[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 street 

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 Prexi 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 its over 

Signing them statements, you squeaking its 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 fro me I be right on my block 

I ain't worried 'bout none of these niggas 

Its 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