(Verse 1)
If I wasn’t rapping I probably be wrastling
Hand to hand grappling 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 sipping 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
(Chorus – 2X)
I could be hustling bags
Struggling bad
If I wasn’t up in the lab, s**t
I just might be cutting your grass
Walking your dog, pumping your gas
Or nothing 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 ni**a deserves life
Or the Orking man searching for termites
I could Be sticking up convenience stores
Or twisting up what you fiending for
Or getting 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, stumbling slow
Someone you know, running the show, or shoveling snow
(Repeat Chorus 2X)
(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 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
S**t, I could be you, I could be him, he could be me, we all got a job
(Repeat Chorus 4X)
