[Intro] Yeah Deep Orbit in the cockpit First Contact We out there with it [Verse 1] Touch down, dust kick, steel on the sand Star map glowing in the palm of my hand They pulled up slow in a chrome-skinned ship Doors slide back, all eyes on Drift Tall ones, four arms, tags on they coats Short ones, three eyes, smoke in they throats Said, "You from that block with the blue-gray sky? We from them rings where the lost kids fly" Translator chip in my neck, started humming They laughed when I flinched, said, "Yeah, you from the gutter" Showed me corners on the comet where they hustle in the cold Even in a vacuum, they talking in code (real talk) [Chorus] First Contact, same old contract Stars in the roof, still watching my back Deep space, deep game, they all on that shift 'Bout the same old money And that hit called Drift First Contact, different skin, same script Whole cosmos running on that Drift From the ship deck To the crack in the pavement Alien life just like the pavement [Verse 2] They poured that Drift in a clear glass sphere Said, "One pull, you gon' see past fear" Smoke curled slow, turned black to a blur Could taste twelve suns in a single breath, sir Saw kids on an asteroid, dice on the ice Mama in a space-suit cooking hope, selling slices Boss in a throne made of frozen satellites Counting dark matter like it's plain old white They said, "Out here, we got cops in the sky Blue beams flash, then you vanish on sight" I said, "Same where I'm from, just dirt instead of stars" We both laughed, then we showed each other scars One from a raid, one from a raid Time different, but the playbook stayed Drift in they lungs, hunger in they face Whole universe stuck in the same rat race (facts) [Chorus] First Contact, same old contract Stars in the roof, still watching my back Deep space, deep game, they all on that shift 'Bout the same old money And that hit called Drift First Contact, different skin, same script Whole cosmos running on that Drift From the ship deck To the crack in the pavement Alien life just like the pavement [Bridge] [low vocal register] I been round rings, round moons, seen kings fall quick Same song, different slang, everybody on Drift [spoken] From the backseat of a shuttle to the edge of a black hole They all chasing something that already own they soul [crescendo] If the streets on my planet and the streets out here Match up line for line, then we closer than we fear [Verse 3] Pilot said, "Orbit, you could run this lane Teach 'em how to flip that pain into fame" Aliens nodding, tryna sign me on the spot Whole table glowing, paperwork hot I thought 'bout homies that never left home Trapped on the corner, never touched this chrome Of a ship, of a star, of a door out the trap Then I saw that Drift pullin' big man stacks Get my game on track, tentacles shook Credits paid out from the cartel book I pushed back slow, said, "I'm here to learn that flip" Told 'em run they Drift, I got the cargo ship 'Cause a chain is a chain, doesn't matter the world Could be gold, could be gas, still choking a girl So I dapped 'em up, left 'em with a grain of the truth Every planet got a block, every block got proof (Deep Orbit) [Chorus] First Contact, same old contract Stars in the roof, still watching my back Deep space, deep game, they all on that shift 'Bout the same old money And that hit called Drift First Contact, different skin, same script Whole cosmos running on that Drift From the ship deck To the crack in the pavement Alien life just like the pavement
