Starry Swag Syndrome

Green men in the sky, the flyest ride, yeah I call that sight a Martian drop-top Folks down below got their eyes in a knot Tryna join the sky gang, where's that sign-up spot? I'm with the stars and the void, where you can't disrupt Either orbitin' Mars or the rise nonstop If you ain't seen the cosmos, baby, you ain't looked up enough I drop a lot of bars on beats, that spacey groove Give her all the stars, but Earth’s view I won't lose She wasn't outta this world, so I cruise High in the universe, I'm a celestial boss, yeah Got my spaceship keys, that's a platinum gloss Making waves like comets, so you feel the exhaust Lunarscape drive-by, I'm cold as frost Got that interstellar swag, call it cosmic drip Alien money stack, I just let it flip Hovering above the haters, watch 'em all trip I’m just UFO pimpin', with my astral whip Got them starry-eyed, while I'm spitting these truths Earth's just my playground, in these space-age boots