Coulda Been Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco

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 

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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 

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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 whores 

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 from a 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