Coulda Been
Another classic
I really coulda be
I really coulda be
Yeah
I really coulda been
Looking back to times in the past
I use to think that we would forever lack
Ain't no going back
Momma working everyday
To make a way
Now she got a couple cribs
She hardly staying at
I been on my own
Independent stay grinding all alone
That's the way I love
They wish they could label me a thug
But they can't the way people love me
When they see me greet with hugs
The older dudes love the way I move
Gimme guidance
In turn I pass it to the youths
My minds geared to getting loot
Elevating with my troops
Dodging goofs shooting thru the roofs
Fuck a postcard I'm showing up in person
Forever for my family only peeps I know for certain
That will always have my back and the other real ones that I meet on life's track
I really could've been some place different
Everyday committing sins do anything to win
I really could've been. I really could've been
lost on life's road
Ruthless diss me I'm go spin
I'm telling you I really could've been
Thank yah I'm glad I ain't him
All this opportunity I got to win
Let's begin
How can I be ungrateful I live in the Ack
Summertime hella yachts just chilling in the docks
Best sports teams Celtics and the Sox
Even bruins can't be stopped
I graduated blocks that were hot
Nowadays I'm just studying some stocks
Working hard I give it all I got
I can't waste time that shit ingrained in my mind
Maddening I have to try cause I know one day I'll die
Feeling like pac I need 1000 songs
be nice like Bach making timeless ones
Do it for the love not for the funds
Doing the hard things first then come the fun
How u going to the league but never run
Don't wanna compete and think it's gonna come
Don't be tricked by your mind I see it time to time
In these social media times
I really could've been some place different
Everyday committing sins do anything to win
I really could've been. I really could've been
lost on life's road
Ruthless diss me I'm go spin
I'm telling you I really could've been
Thank yah I'm glad I ain't him
All this opportunity I got to win
Let's begin
I really coulda be
I really coulda be
Yeah
I really coulda been
Looking back to times in the past
I use to think that we would forever lack
Ain't no going back
Momma working everyday
To make a way
Now she got a couple cribs
She hardly staying at
I been on my own
Independent stay grinding all alone
That's the way I love
They wish they could label me a thug
But they can't the way people love me
When they see me greet with hugs
The older dudes love the way I move
Gimme guidance
In turn I pass it to the youths
My minds geared to getting loot
Elevating with my troops
Dodging goofs shooting thru the roofs
Fuck a postcard I'm showing up in person
Forever for my family only peeps I know for certain
That will always have my back and the other real ones that I meet on life's track
I really could've been some place different
Everyday committing sins do anything to win
I really could've been. I really could've been
lost on life's road
Ruthless diss me I'm go spin
I'm telling you I really could've been
Thank yah I'm glad I ain't him
All this opportunity I got to win
Let's begin
How can I be ungrateful I live in the Ack
Summertime hella yachts just chilling in the docks
Best sports teams Celtics and the Sox
Even bruins can't be stopped
I graduated blocks that were hot
Nowadays I'm just studying some stocks
Working hard I give it all I got
I can't waste time that shit ingrained in my mind
Maddening I have to try cause I know one day I'll die
Feeling like pac I need 1000 songs
be nice like Bach making timeless ones
Do it for the love not for the funds
Doing the hard things first then come the fun
How u going to the league but never run
Don't wanna compete and think it's gonna come
Don't be tricked by your mind I see it time to time
In these social media times
I really could've been some place different
Everyday committing sins do anything to win
I really could've been. I really could've been
lost on life's road
Ruthless diss me I'm go spin
I'm telling you I really could've been
Thank yah I'm glad I ain't him
All this opportunity I got to win
Let's begin
Credits
Writer(s): Mark Dwyer
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