The Sun, the Moon, the stars (it's ours, it's ours)
From here, to space, to Mars (it's ours, it's ours)
What you
What you talkin' bout
I ain't trynna hear it
Yeah I push a spaceship
I'm faded when I steer it
Bitch I'm phasin' through the wall
I'm cruisin', not takin' calls
Said gimme top, bitch don't stall
You at the top, bitch don't fall
I can't do it like they do it to me
I just flew in, made her run to me
I'm not tryin' but I might just ruin your life
Caught up in my web like a spider, you gon' die
You gon' die
With my fuckin' weed I can't be lonely
She want me to tell her she my only
I'm fuckin' that bitch with her friend in the back
I'm kickin' her out, never textin' her back
Boy, you finna die if you testin' my gat
Say she tryn' go, I put her on the moon
Then I meet her up there soon as I hop out the booth
I like countin' big bands, I like countin' big blues
Me or your mans, c'mon c'mon bitch choose
Trynna follow my trail, then you fillin' big shoes
It's all about money, it's all a big ruse
Can't you follow big clues
Come and test me, let them hollow tips loose
Yeah
Talkin' to me, better pick your words carefully
E.T, that is rare to see
Nothing I see lookin' fair to me
Yeah, huh
None of you bitches got half what I got
Told 'em "revolt" gotta tell 'em to stop
'Fore it's too late, 'fore they killin' us all
They gon' kill us all
We gotta revolt
Cus they think the world revolves around them
Yeah they think it, think it, think it
Yeah they think the world revolves around
The Sun, the Moon, the stars
From here, to space, to Mars
We can't just take it all (ouh)
No, it all
(Yeah)