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Coulda Been - Lupe Fiasco
Written by：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 w**d 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 sh*t
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 sh*t
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 ni**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 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
Sh*t I could be hustlin' bags

Strugglin' bad

If I wasn't up in the lab sh*t
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 sh*t
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
Sh*t I could be you
I could be him
He could be me
We all got a job

Sh*t 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 sh*t
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 sh*t
I just might be cuttin' your grass
Walkin' your dog pumpin' your gas
Or nothin' at all