| Yeah
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| Did some movies and started missing this rap shit
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| Back to rap and starting missing them movies
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| Left these hoes to settle down with just one chick
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| Get with one chick started missing them groupies
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| Stop drinking for a year and I was all sober
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| Next year I got drunk and did it all over
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| Yesterday I quit smoking and swore I had enough
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| Till I smelt it in the club and had to take a puff
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| I got rich and learned life was a bitch
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| Now everybody’s after all of my ends
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| (Get yo hand out my pocket!)
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| When I was broke all love from my folks
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| But nowadays I’m losing all of my friends let the story begin
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| The grass is always greener on the other side
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| Always searching for another high
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| The grass is always greener on the other side
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| Caterpillar to a butterfly
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| The grass is always greener on the other side
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| Always searching for another high
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| The grass is always greener on the other side
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| Caterpillar to a butterfly
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| Bye bye butterfly
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| Fly away
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| Bye bye butterfly
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| Fly away
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| Yeah
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| Start exercising and winning got me a six pack
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| Was eating healthy and did away with the junk
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| Then I got lazy and started to wanna kick back
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| My six pack reverted back to a gut
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| When I’m at the crib I’m mad I’m not at the club lit
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| When I’m at the club I’m mad I’m not at the crib
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| I used to be out partying every damn night
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| Now sometimes I’d rather be with my kids
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| I got checks gained a lot of respect now everywhere I go they holla my name
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| (Luda!)
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| But sometimes wish that I was disguised for peace of mind over fortune and fame
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| Guess what I’m really saying is
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| The grass is always greener on the other side
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| Always searching for another high
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| The grass is always greener on the other side
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| Caterpillar to a butterfly
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| The grass is always greener on the other side
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| Always searching for another high
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| The grass is always greener on the other side
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| Caterpillar to a butterfly
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| Bye bye butterfly
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| Fly away
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| Bye bye butterfly
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| Fly away
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| Yeah
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| Last year got the Ferrari that I always wanted
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| Drove it crazy got sick of it had to trade (Give me my Ac'!)
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| All my fans convinced me to grow my hair back
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| Grew it back then started missing my fade
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| I got hits start trippin' I wasn’t underground
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| Got underground start trippin' I need hits (We outta here!)
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| When you down and people give you the runaround
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| But feels great to know who really gives a shit
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| You cut the grass and the snakes will show
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| And know your neighbor’s fertilizer is fake (Don't let it fool ya!)
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| We always searching for what we never had
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| Always ignoring what’s in front of our face
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| We’ve been conditioned to think
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| The grass is always greener on the other side
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| Always searching for another high
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| The grass is always greener on the other side
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| Caterpillar to a butterfly
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| The grass is always greener on the other side
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| Always searching for another high
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| The grass is always greener on the other side
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| Caterpillar to a butterfly
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| Bye bye butterfly
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| Fly away
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| Bye bye butterfly
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| Fly away |