Luyện nghe bài hát Know Who I Am

[Intro: Meek
We done made it through all motherfucking shootouts and dodged all them cases
with nothing now we got all this money
We
God us dreamchasers
I used to pray to God to get a bucks
I used to pray to hit that bitch until I
I used to pray haters never hit me up
[?] we blessed

[Hook: K
In the trap with that work trying to up on these bands
We run the
People who I am
People who I am
In the trap with that work trying to come up on bands
We run the
People who I am
People who I am

1: Meek Mill]
I'm in my hood, as a bitch
Right on the corner, feeling Rich
Porter is, they ordering bricks
Slaughter that is, 200 to
Lately I've been noticing niggas been blowing and fucking up cop money
Lately my nigga rolling and getting his dough and now they got block money
I got that go to a weekend and chill for a bit get you shot money
they talking about robbing the ones that we be robbing I'm like you forgot money
Like we ain't never run down on
Tell O run down on
Sixteen in the field out there had it on pound on niggas
Northside had on wrists
What all you hater
What forgot I paid all my dues
I was like twenty I Prezi'ed the
Had a prezi Pac
Timing and Omelly he got the same Prexi like Roc
He got a prezi like me,
We should be running for President,
I don't be knowing, how people be rolling
They be catching new cases, the patrolling
You look at papers, they read its over
Signing them statements, you squeaking its over my we knowing my nigga

K Smith]
In the trap with that work to come up on these bands
We run the
People who I am
know who I am
In the trap with that work trying to come up on these
We run the
know who I am
People who I am

[Verse 2: K
I'm a west side on the west side
My whole hood come I step out
I'm on the floor some niggas from the north side
Niggas hating but he he got no clout
Got so I bring Cole out
Got O and they all gon' 'bout
At the blue store like Roc
Looking fro me I be on my block
I ain't 'bout none of these niggas
Its me and my niggas
My whole cold, is
Try to my chain that's your exit
I ain't about a thing got the things for my hitters
Got the things for my hitters in the trenches with the lions and
I thank God for my
I'mma go hard for my
I pray to God they
I got the bag for one
Bail money come on top
I got them shooter round
Bitches be dropping dimes
be flexing we know they be lying
In the trap with that work on my
Run it up

[Hook: K
In the trap with that work trying to up on these bands
We run the
know who I am
People who I am
In the trap with that work to come up on these bands
We run the
know who I am
People who I am