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Yeah, yeah I'm out at 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 the Simmons whipping pastry, cruising down A Street, off white Lexus, driving so slow but BK is from Texas, me I'm out at Bed-Stuy, Home of that boy Biggie, now I live on Billboard And I put my boys with me Say what up to Tata, still sipping my ties Sitting courtside, nicks and nets, give me high five I be spiked out, I can trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I most definitely leave from New York Concrete jungle with dreams of Addo There's nothing you can't do Now you're in New York These streets will make you feel brand new Lights will inspire you Let's hear it You welcome OG I made you high Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game That made the Yankee have more famous than a Yankee king You should know I bleed blue But I ain't a crypto But I got a gang of