![]() Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives Say what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Took it to my stash spot, 560 State StreetĬatch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whippin' pastryĬruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's I used to cop in Harlem – hola, my Dominicanos ( Dimelo!) I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever ![]() Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca
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