NEW YORK (CONCEPT DE PARIS) [feat. Gil Scott-Heron]

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 (dímelo)

Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's

Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street

Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin' pastry

Cruisin' down 8th St, 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 and Nets give me high five

****, I be Spike'd out, I could trip a referee

Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (Aye)

Don't you know, don't you know

New York was killing me

Yeah, I was standing there and dying

And New York was killing me

Soon I can leave and start over and go back home to Jackson, Tennessee

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game

Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can

You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though

But I got a gang of **** walkin' with my clique though

Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we sellin' rock

Afrika Bambataa shit, home of the hip-hop

Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back

For foreigners it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to act

Eight million stories, out there in the naked

City is a pity, half of y'all won't make it

Me, I got a plug, Special Ed, "I Got It Made"

If Jeezy's payin' Lebron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade

Three dice Cee-lo, three-card Monte

Labor Day Parade, rest in peace Bob Marley

Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade

Long live the king, yo, I'm from the Empire State, that's (Aye)

Don't you know, don't you know

New York was killing me

Yeah, I was standing there and dying

And New York was killing me

Soon I can leave and start over and go back home to Jackson, Tennessee

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders

Or they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is

Lined with casualties, who sip the life casually

Then gradually become worse, don't bite the apple, Eve

Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in style

End of the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out

City of sin is a pity on a whim

Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them

Mommy took a bus trip, now she got her bust out

Everybody ride her, just like a bus route

"Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin

And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end

Came here for school, graduated to the high life

Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight

MDMA got you feelin' like a champion

The city never sleeps, better slip you an Ambien in

Lord have mercy, mercy on me

Yeah, Lord have mercy, have mercy on me

Tell them to bury my body back home in Jackson, Tennessee

Yeah, Lord have mercy, have mercy on me