Hope & Jump - feat. Crystal Kay

Yeah! Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca.

Right next to Dinero, 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, five-sixty State Street.

Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whipping pastry.

Cruising down Eighth 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 Tata, still sipping Mai Tais. Sitting courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives. Nigga,

I be spiked out, I could trip a referee.

Tell by my attitude that I'm most -definitely from. . . -New York!

-Hey, uh, aha. -Concrete jungle where dreams are made of.

-There's nothing you can't do. . . -Yeah!

-Now you're in New York. -Aha, aha, aha.

These streets will make you feel brand new.

-New! -Big lights will inspire you.

-Come on! -Let's hear it for. . .

-You welcome, OG.

-New -York, New York, New York. -I made you hot, nigga.

Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game.

Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than the Yankee king. You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip, though.

But I got a gang of niggas walking with my clique, though.

Welcome to the melting pot, corners where we selling rock. Africa been bought the 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, it's a pity, half of y'all won't make it.

Me, I got a plug, special ed, I got it made. If Jesus paying LeBron, I'm paying Dwyane Wade. Three dice Cee-Lo, three card

Marley. 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.

-New York! -Hey, yeah.

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of. There's nothing you can't do. . .

-That boy good! -Now you're in New York.

-Welcome to the bright lights, baby.

-These streets will make you feel brand new. Big lights will inspire you. Let's hear it for New York, New York, New

York.

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders.

So they could 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. And in the winter gets cold, in vogue with your skin out.

City of sin, it's a pity on a whim. Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them.

Mommy took a bus trip, now she got a 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 feeling like a champion.

The city -never sleep, better slip you a Ambien. -New York!

Hey, uh, uh.

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of. There's nothing you can't do.

Now you're in New York.

Yeah, these streets will make you feel brand new. Big lights will inspire you.

Let's hear it for New York, New -York, New York. -One hand in the air for the big city.

Streetlights, big dreams, all looking pretty.

No place in the world that could compare. Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeah, yeah!

-Come on. -Yeah, yeah.

-In New York! -Oh.

Concrete jungle where dreams are made of. There's nothing you can't do.

-Now you're in New York.

-Yeah, these streets will make you feel -brand new. Big lights will inspire you. -Let's hear it for New York, New

York, New

York.