Starscape story

Got a drop on this flexin’ lygga, he from SJC (what?) I had a thot, she be with the ships, she told me where he be (where he at?) I said, “Fo’ sho’, baby, let me know if you wanna mine” She like, “Keth you already know, just keep my ride on time” (that’s it) I’m like cool, I can do that boo, what you want instead? New flight suit, with a credit boost, silver or deep red? She gets to smilin’, she ain’t used to this, ‘cause she ain’t used to creds I’m just laughin’, could’ve been a hustler, the way I run these threads I be driftin’, could’ve been a racer, the way I push the stick (vroom-vroom) You a hoe, could’ve been a snitch, the way you throw a fit (lygga) But forget that, right back to the plan, ‘cause this a major hit He got bricks, plus his chain’s all icy, and it match his wrist Now it’s like six, told her ping his comms, meet her in the Wic’ But he ain’t dock, nah he ain’t that dumb, say meet him at the strip (that’s cool) I’m like bet, let him run his move, do what he gon’ do (I got him) ‘Cause this the op, drop him in the pot, let it cook like stew I grab my blaster, it been through wars, but it still fire true (boom, boom) We lost a lot, but we still on top, that’s just how we move But check the board, if y’all lose one more, that’s six to twenty-two (yeah, yeah) Let me focus, can’t be zonin’ out, he pullin’ up now He double-park, he ain’t gettin’ out, he in that push-to-jump (there he go right there) That new corvette built like a beast, paint like mineral ore He got a ring, I guess he ain’t divorce, wife probably a bore Now she walk up, struttin’ her stuff, this girl thick as bulk Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he grinnin’ full of smirk Now I creep up, crouchin’ like a tiger, like Snoop off The Wire The block on heat, so I take precautions, mask on, visor tight I’m on his tail, he ‘bout to be mad, he gon’ yell at her fast But this what happen, I get to the hatch, thought I was cappin’ I was lackin’, ‘cause there go the opps, yellin’ out “What’s crackin’?” I’m like “What? Lygga, who? I was born to s***t” I got aim, like a shipwright jeweler, when it comes to loot So I rise, hit one in the arm, hit one in the side — this no lie Lygga, it’s do or die, you said you gon’ fly You got some nerve, your wreck on the curb, boy we put in work From Deck 4, and from Deck 5, we not from SJC turf