Lupe Fiasco - Coulda Been lyrics

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Lupe Fiasco - Coulda Been lyrics

[Verse 1:] 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 j**els, chain snatching Jerking your j**els, 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 [Hook x2] I could be hustlin' bags Strugglin' bad If I wasn't up in the lab, sh** I just might be cuttin' your gra** Walkin' your dog, pumpin' your gas Or nothin' at all [Verse 2:] 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 n***a 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 [Hook x2] [Verse 3:] 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 sh**, I could be you, I could be him, he could be me, we all got a job [Hook x4]

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