[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
[?] n***a we blessed

[Chorus: 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 n***as been blowing and fucking 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
[Chorus: 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 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 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
Bitches 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
[Chorus: 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