Coulda Been

And they say, and they say
And they say, and they say
They say, they say, they say
There're lots of artists beyond me
Don't know what it could been
So I'm gon' do somethin' right here
Shit yeah
If I wasn't rappin' I probably be wrastlin'
Hand to hand grapplin' on the corner of Madison
Or real-estating, trying to sell you a mansion
Or rollerblading doing 360 flat spins
Or I'd probably be flipping the burger
Attempting a murder paralyzed sippin' on Gerber
I could be working at jewels, chain snatching
Jerking your jewels, homeless working for food
I might be cleaning your pool
Teaching your school, preaching to fools
Leeching, smoking weed to be cool
At DMVs holding lines up
Or wind up in line ups, time's up
Full of holes in a hole in a fine tux
Out on parole, out of control
Holding your dime up
I could be lazy sitting on your couch
Or I could be crazy cussing pigeons out
I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all
I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all
I could be thanking the academy
Friend of the family, your man delivering bail
Or I could be the man that delivers your mail
Or I could be taking the stand drinking on L
This could be my third life, my third strike
Or my third wife been garbage on my first mic
I could've got off easy, that nigga deserves life
Or the Orkin man searching for termites
I could Be sticking up convenience stores
Or twisting up what you fiending for
Or gettin' bucked with the meanest hoes
Been giving up
On top of building leaning forward
With no wings to soar it
It could've kidnapped my daughters
Been extorted for a couple of Porsches
I might be drunk from Moe stumblin' slow
Someone you know, running the show
Or shoveling snow
Shit, I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all
I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all
I could be starting guarding
Or planting the garden
Or security guarding
Or I could be starving
And eating out your garbage
And found stardom
And starring in sitcoms with Martin
I could've been marching with Martin
Handcuff, nullface
Over the face with no comment
I might not even be dark-skinned
I might not even be conscious
Comatose when I overdose
A R&B singer blowing the notes
A tailor sewing the coat
A sailor rowing the boat
I could've, boxed a little fought for the title
Lost, and lost my vitals
On the way to the hospital
I could've lost my business
Won the lotto and lost my ticket
I could be the last one to cross the finish
Shit, I could be you
I could be him, you could be me
We all got a job to do
Shit, I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all
I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all
I could be hustlin' bags
Strugglin' bad
If I wasn't up in the lab, shit
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all