Coulda Been

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, my 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

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

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, he could be me, we all got a job

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 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