[Intro] Deep Orbit in this thing [low vocal register] Strap the king to the rocket, huh They read the files They read the streets Then they hit that button on me [Verse 1] Mission control in a room full of screens Star maps, mugshots, government schemes They said "Who speak fluent in chaos and law?" Pulled my rap sheet up, everybody went "Ahh" He got scars He got bars He know codes from the corners to the stars They cracked open data on distant tribes Saw the same cold eyes, same hungry drives "These planets talk in pressure and fear They respect one thing: somebody sincere Not lab coats, not clean white tees We need somebody built from the concrete" So they cuffed my wrists in designer steel Told me, "Out there, they only trust what's real We studied every war on every feed And when they asked for a leader, they sent a G" [Chorus] They sent a G Blast off, who else it gon' be? (that's me) If the cosmos wanna talk to the streets Better send somebody that bleed like me They sent a G From the alleys to the cold galaxy When the stars said, "Who run your scene?" Mission control pointed right at me [Verse 2] First briefing Whole board full of stats Alien tattoos, different colored flags "Over here they hustle with gravity flips Over there they shake hands with two extra grips" I said, "Cool Same rules Every hood got a boss and a fool Every throne got somebody tryna pull it down Every promise got a price in the background" They ran simulations on riots and peace Showed me distant block leaders, armored police Said, "All your life you been reading this code Dodging metal, making money on overload" From the cell to the shuttle, I was tailor-made For a treaty at gunpoint in the cosmic shade "To reach them, we can't send a priest We need someone that climbed out the belly of the beast" So they stitched my name on the side of the ship Put a heater in the panel and a razor in the grip If the stars get slick, if they test our reach Remember one thing—they sent a G [Chorus] They sent a G [Bridge] [whispered vocals] "You understand violence like weather" "You understand silence under pressure" "You understand power when it's cheap" That's why they chose me to speak Not a textbook head with polite degrees But a scar-faced prophet from the backstreets If the universe wanna bargain with the weak They ain't call the lab They sent a G [Chorus]
