L Smith

You and the homie are out in the streets late af one night.  After jumping over fences, barking back at dawgz, and a few misdemeanors you're really feeling yourself. Up ahead to your right you see a brand new luxury sports car. You talk on and on about how you're going to get something like this one day. As the homie slowly removes his hand from his pocket, a burst of light hits your retina from the reflection of metal. "If you want something, take it." And he proceeds to hand you... a lockpick.