Текст песни Could've Been - Kurr-Is

While you shopping sacs fifth cash spent
I'm working until my back tense
Diamonds in the rough I'm getting polished with my accent
Probably bought it without thinking twice cuz you lack sense
I ain't tripping your future is soon gon be your past tense
Average
I been past basic 2021 vision doc I been past lasic
On a mission to go get it all my dogs fast racing
Pissy mentions plastic lining money shower cash chasing
Mad racist ain't tryna see me win
Climbing up the ladder just to ask em which gym I'm in
Cut the fat carve and trim, just to put me in the pen
Pigs run the slaughterhouse when the shade gets pretty slim

Things could've been different
I ain't tripping on what could've been

Things could've been different
I ain't tripping on what could've been

Things could've been different
I ain't tripping on what could've been

Bad kid in the making
Savage until I make it
Ravage until I get a mad lib typa placement
In the hip hop hall of fame lane I been ambitious
Swerving around potholes where mercy rappers stayed in ditches
Some developed into snitches
Dirty laundry stinky dishes
If you can't see the picture
I painted Mona Lisa just to give you type of misses
This your final fantasy
I moved on from scraping dust unaware of where I planned to be
Buckle up for this ride
Roller coaster of your lives
Doors swinging suicide
Settle scores do or die
What's it for philosophize
Sock or tee, Plato lied
Feet of clay, run and hide
Resolve of an ancient scribe

Things could've been different
I ain't tripping on what could've been

Could've been in the basement
Couldn't been complacent
Could've been chilling, but my ambition said go places
Could've been a top recruit
Always left up for discussion
But didn't think my career would end after 1 concussion
18 Years in the game, how much more could I gain
Now I triple beam triplets like a chemist all the same
Writing with the penmanship to exist on different planes
Switching flat dimensions when you listen in the pouring rain
How much pain it takes to write this
Ink splattered arthritis pink matter authorizing
Why my touch the Midas
I could've been another wait
Picking caskets closed case
Lost boy
No wake
No faith
No way