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know who i am - k smith lyrics

[intro: meek mill]
we done made it through all them motherf-cking 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-tch until i f-cked
i used to pray these haters never hit me up
[?] n-gga 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-tch
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-ggas been blowing and f-cking up cop money
lately my n-gga 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-ggas 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-ggas
tell o run down on n-ggas
sixteen in the field out there had it on four pound on n-ggas
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-gga we knowing my n-gga

[verse 2: k smith]
i’m a west side n-gga on the west side
my whole hood come when i step out
i’m on the floor with some n-ggas from the north side
n-ggas hating but he know he got no clout
got k!llers 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-ggas
it’s just me and my n-ggas
my whole cold, wrist is
try to sn-tch 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-tches be dropping them dimes
n-ggas be flexing we know they be lying
in the trap with that work on my line
run it up like

- k smith lyrics

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