![]() ![]() Yeah Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem – all of my Dominicanos Right there up on Broadway, pull me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons with them pastries Cruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas Me, I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais Sittin' courtside, Knicks & Nets give me high five Jigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from.
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