Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn
Now I'm down in Tribeca
Right next to DeNiro
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
Hola my Dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway
Brought me back to that McDonalds
Took it to my stash spot
560 State street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
Cruising down 8th street
Off-white Lexus
Driving 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 sipping mai tais
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives
Homie I be Spiked out, I can trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from
New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made, oh
There's nothing you can't do
Now you're in New York
These streets will make you feel brand new
Big lights will inspire you
Let's hear it for New York
Verse 2
One hand in the air for the big city
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty
G'
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say "yea!"