Its the time to mention all my street boys
by Virem Raze
Hustling each other and dreaming for Rolls Royce
Now put some chips on the table and let these birds know
How we were feeding our blood although its not our choice
I promised them to be happy as they nicknamed me joyce
I'mma let you catch my breath and pick every single voice
Being the compliment of each other, we made the symbol of greatness
'We called it Morpheus'
The last thing we need was a ladder to climb some straightness
'We used to see Scorpius'
Aiming through the west coast, we all build up as Theseus
Let me make it simple, just call them precious