[Verse 2] Marcy me Streets is my artery, the vein of my existence I'm the Gotham City heartbeat I started in lobbies now, parlay with Saudis Sufi to the goofies, I could probably speak Farsi That's poetry, read a coca leaf from my past Came through the bushes smellin' like roses I need a trophy just for that Old Brooklyn, not this new shit, shift feel like a spoof Fat laces in your shoe, I'm talkin' bustin' off the roof Hold a Uzi vertical, let the thing smoke Y'all flirtin' with death, I be winkin' through the scope Shout out to all the murderers turned murals Plural fuck the Federal Bureau Shout out to Nostrand Ave. , Flushing Ave. , Myrtle All the County of Kings, may your ground stay fertile Shout out to Big Poppa, Daddy Kane, heroes Thus concludin' my concerto; Marcy me
[Outro: The-Dream] Must be in the air Oh, can't walk away, I know, I know Just the way I was raised I know, I know, I know Oh Marcy, Marcy me Just the way I am always gonna be I ain't gonna change, no Marcy, Marcy me, just the way I am (Como hĂĄs nome, cavaleiro? Eu hei nome Todo o Mundo E meu tempo...)