Lupe Fiasco - Coulda Been lyrics

And they say, and they say
And they say, and they say, they say
They say they say y’know a lot of stuff
Y'know what I mean?
Don't know what I coulda been
If I wasn't doin' this thing right here
Shit, yo

If I wasn't rappin'
I'd probably be wrastlin'
Hand-to hand grapplin' on the
Corner of Madison or real-estatin’
Tryin’ to sell you a mansion
Or rollerbladin’, doin’ 360 flatspins
Or I'd probably be flippin’ a burger
Attemptin’ a murder
Or paralyzed sippin' on Gerber
I could be workin’
At Jewels, chain-snatchin’
Jerkin' your jewels
Homeless, workin’ for food


I might be cleanin’ your
Pool, teachin’ your school
Preachin’ to fools
Leechin', smokin' weed to be cool
At DMVs, holdin' 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
Holdin' your dime up
I could be lazy, sittin' on your couch
Or I could be crazy, cussin' 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 thankin' the Academy
A friend of the family
Your man deliverin' bail
Or I could be the man that delivers your mail
Or I could be takin' the stand, trickin' on L
This could be my third life
On my third strike
On my third wife, or garbage on my first mic
I could've got off easy
That nigga deserved life
Or the Orkin man, searchin' for termites
I could be stickin' up convenience stores
Or twistin' up what you fiendin' for
Gettin' buck with the meanest whores
That been givin' up
On top of a buildin', leanin' forward
With no wings to soar with
They could've kidnapped my daughters
Been extorted for a couple of Porsches
I might be drunk from the Mo', stumblin' slow
Someone to know, runnin' the
Show, or shovelin' 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 startin', guardin'
Or plantin' a garden, or security guardin'
Or I could be starvin' and
Eatin' out your garbage
And found stardom starrin' in
Sitcoms with Martin
I could've been marchin' with Martin
Handcuffed, North Face over the
Face with no comment
I might not even be dark-skinned
I might not even be conscious
Comatose from a overdose
A R&B singer blowin' the notes
A tailor sewin' a coat
A sailor rowin' a 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