Lyrics:

Yeah! What?

You know outside looking and the grass is greener
Yeah! What?

You know outside looking and the grass is greener
Keeping up with the Joneses, got your pockets leaner
Then Jimmy Dean making all the moves your making
Yo do it in the burbs with the female shakin'
Your head banging on walls, making collect calls
Like me and Melissa trying to keep in touch
The same homies who used to hit up for lunch
All the same ones keepin it cool in the crunch

Movin ...
Movin up .. You got us trouble
Movin up .. Don't be sure
Movin up .. You can't just struggle, illusion

Huh, damn now I gotta brand new Benz
Damn so many brand new friends
But, when I didn't have no Benz
It was so new to frowning and those that get down
You used to having everything sugar-coated
Though you hear the radio up
And take it with the arm and roast it up
Hate when niggas be trying to act all hard
When the cameras on
When the lights go awefully soft like
Lamps in the camera hair
Pharcyde you wanna play it here and take you there
You know the routine, you know the episode
Take it green, take your whole team to
A new city, gotta new clear summer now
You can be whoever or whatever you wanna ... wanna ... wanna ...

Movin ...
Movin up .. You got us trouble
Movin up .. Don't be sure
Movin up .. You can't just struggle, illusion

Yo, What you see may not always be
Every persons popularity and MTV
You're nearly 26 minutes, a yacht in the sea
Hustling the streets, coming home at three
But what about a nigga locked up with no plea
Only seventeen dressed to a murder see
Didn't make it he's a boy, he struggled for, he'll never see
I felt hell and bad when his girl had a gawk at me
Here's my supplyin' man, give it all to the D's and Feds
I'm a do away the work will be in advance
It was on consignment, so the city Feds
So much shit is wrong that you wish you was dead
On the escalator the heaven with the one night ticket
You think you got the blues like Wilson Pickett
You can't get it, cos you're hot in every hood
Got hyped on the vein, but you misunderstood
The lights and the shine, champagne, all the dimes
Call the up Billy Connolly, get the Triptamine
The cash and the clothes, fake fans, real coze
Well placed, well timed, well played, real coze

Get the bullshit outta my face
Get the bullshit outta my face, huh
Get the bullshit outta my face
Get the bullshit outta my face

Ya, ya
You need to stop sweating at the lot you got everything covered
But you ain't really takin' care o'nothin'
You need to stop sweating and jokin' fella
Stop using all them smoke and mirrors
You need to focus
Hell, please, don't make me laugh ...
Your style is fake as the man cuttin' a lady in half
Huh, they use illusion as tryin' to be ellusive
And don't just stay true

Movin ...
Movin up .. You got us trouble
Movin up .. Don't be sure
Movin up .. You can't just struggle, illusion

Movin up ... Movin up ...