If i wasn't rappin'.   I’d probably be wrestling   Hand to hand grappling on the corner of Madison   Or real a stating trying to sell you a mansion   Or rollerblading doing 360 flat-spins   Or I’ll probably be flipping a burger   Attempting a murder   Paralyzed, sipping on Gerber   I could be working at jewels   Chain snatching jerking ya jewels   Homeless working for food   I might be   Cleaning your pool   Teaching your school   Preaching to fool   Leaching, smoking weed to be cool   At DMV’s holding lines up   Or wind up in line ups, ya times up   Full of holes & holes ina fine tux   Out on parole   Out of control, holdin ya dime up   I could be last sitting on ya couch   Or I could be crazy cussing pigeons out      I could be hustling bags   Struggling bad, if I wasn’t up in the lab   (shit)   I just might be cutting your grass walking your dog   Pumping your gas    Or nothing at all      I could be hustling bags   Struggling bad, if I wasn’t up in the lab   (shit)   I just might be cutting your grass walking your dog   Pumping your gas    Or nothing at all