Coulda Been - Lupe Fiasco

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