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100e.n.y. – everything lit (extended version) lyrics

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[verse 1 : 100e.n.y.]

get money, spend money…bad habits
can’t stop won’t stop…that’s p-ssion!
paid homage paid dues…that’s taxes
polaroid, nikon…i’m snapping
men lie, women lie…i’ve had it!
when you send a clear signal it’s no static
they talk we don’t budge it’s all rapping
we pop up with glocks tucked like what happened?!
used to blow money now i’m all about stackin’
god bless the haters while they go play in traffic
swag above average
att-tude savage
tell my old b-tch my new b-tch the baddest
young boys fly but they all about action
don’t sleep just cuz they milly rockin and dabbin’
n-ggas keep the tech 9 in the nike tech suit
out here catching head shots tell me what a vest do
money got long i could pay just to check you
you can get found in the place where they left you
east new york brooklyn it’s live where i live
if you kool aid sweet stay out of the mix
before i stay broke i’mma lie in a ditch
pray to god i don’t die while i’m tryna get rich
if the money ain’t right i ain’t signing for sh-t
yea the flow like water it’s ironic i’m lit

[hook : 100e.n.y.]

everything lit…
i be counting money i ain’t never counterfeit
i be catching wreck watch a hater catch a fit
few chicks, few liqs, homey everything lit
everything lit (4x)
i be catching wreck watch a hater catch a fit
few chicks, few liqs, homey everything lit

[verse 2 : 100e.n.y.]

no feelings no love… i stopped caring
this year my year…i swear it
rap n-ggas can’t see me…stop staring
your girl my b-tch…we sharing
she twerk & reverse when she hear it
she could shake her -ss to the beat & quote lyrics
rozay my brozay and he’ll air it
me & bigger sonnin these n-ggas…coparents
fishgrease took me off the leash as a youngster
only way to pay a n-gga back is a come up
told my n-gga twenty 1 i’mma do my numbers
hope my n-gga flooded make it home by the summer
wrote my n-gga little told em i’mma do it big
and how me and nunile bout the get the matchin whips
i’m bout to take a trip to miami with swizz
e-way or no way and we all with the sh-ts
the gr-ss way greener on my side of the fence
and the cash way cleaner since we all went legit
east new york brooklyn it’s live where i live
if you kool aid sweet stay out of the mix
before i stay broke i’mma lie in a ditch
pray to god i don’t die while i’m tryna get rich
if the money ain’t right i ain’t signing for sh-t
yea the flow like water it’s ironic i’m lit

[verse 3 : 100e.n.y.]

somewhere btwn sean carter & shawn bell
somewhere btwn fly cars & cartels
somewhere btwn hard work & hard work
if i can’t get a job then a plug won’t hurt
inner demons screaming it’s getting kinda worse
hope i don’t catch fire when i step inside the church
hope that they catch on to the fire in my verse
all i got is my words…let me demonstrate my worth
made a few mistakes it’s too late to reverse
i’m just tryna be great not in jail or a he-rs-
i want to do my best if it means i do dirt
my real n-ggas behind me and i’m putting god first