Yeah, I'm out at Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca, right next to the Nero, 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, 5 State Street
Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry
Cruisin' down A Street
Off-White Lexus, drivin' so slow
But BK is from Texas
Me, I'm off that bed stop, home of that boy Biggie
Now I live on Billboard
And I brought my boys with me, say what up to Tata
Still sittin' my time, sittin' courtside
Knicks and Nets give me high five
I be spiked out, I could trip a referee
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from New York
I'm beatin' New York
