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