BE$Gang - Everything Lit (Extended Version) lyrics

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BE$Gang - Everything Lit (Extended Version) lyrics

[Verse 1 : 100E.N.Y.] Get money, spend money...bad habits Can't stop won't stop...that's pa**ion! 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 Attitude savage Tell my old b**h my new b**h the baddest Young boys fly but they all about action Don't sleep just cuz they Milly rockin and dabbin' n***as 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** 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***as can't see me...stop staring Your girl my b**h...we sharing She twerk & reverse when she hear it She could shake her a** to the beat & quote lyrics Rozay my brozay and he'll air it Me & Bigger sonnin these n***as...coparents Fishgrease took me off the leash as a youngster Only way to pay a n***a back is a come up Told my n***a Twenty 1 I'mma do my numbers Hope my n***a Flooded make it home by the summer Wrote my n***a 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**s The gra** 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** 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 hearse I want to do my best if it means I do dirt My real n***as behind me and I'm putting God first

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