Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Would've Been, artist - Fred The Godson.
Date of issue: 05.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Would've Been |
Yea yea |
Rock town baby |
Aha, yea |
Chyeah |
I got a lot of complaints, I got a lot on my plate |
But shit I’m eating |
I could’ve been wet up, or drowning in that deep end |
Could’ve been working a job, hurting my pride |
It could’ve been worst, but I’ve determined to thrive |
I ain’t educated in colleges, financial aid and no scholarship |
I did all I could, even though I’m fatherless |
I worked for it, so bleed and fore it don’t bother us |
I’m a masochist, I’m enjoying pain it’s anonymous |
I’ve seen a lot of shit go down in my younger days |
People double over from hunger pains and I wasn’t phased |
I’m from a place where pedophiles fuck the underaged |
When a child pregnant, they all runnin the other way |
Could have been my sister, I would’ve caught a fucking case |
Cause a body bag’s the only way to put that scum away |
But I’m a motivate my folks to put the drugs away |
I ain’t judging, I’m just showin there’s another way |
Imagine what I could’ve been |
6 feet where you would’ve been |
Could’ve been lookin at the pen |
But I just took it to the pen, when, when |
Imagine what I could’ve been |
But instead, I imagine what they couldn’t get |
Now every day I live a dream, every day a different scene |
If everything is what it seems |
Y’all see the way I rap, flow behind them bars |
I could’ve been right behind them bars |
Girls in Bahamas in pajamas all living |
Could’ve been in back of hoofties, getting the car driven |
Or ridin round looking for you |
On the crib, with a key, your bitch cooking it too |
Imagine that, use my father’s gun |
Bullets criss cross kill you with my daddy mack |
I ain’t have to rap tracks spittin pain |
Could’ve kept serving fiends, seen the tracks in they veins |
I’m from the grounds raised in hell anyway |
Nothing to lose, they said I would fail anyway |
I was empty, except for the first 3rd and the 15 |
For still the odds was against me |
What do you do when you the oldest out of 6 |
Know if I wasn’t flowing, I be lawing up that clitch |
I was lucky to put the snob away |
Happy God showed me that it was another way |
I was lucky to put the snob away |
Happy God showed me that it was another way |
Imagine what I could’ve been |
6 feet where you would’ve been |
Could’ve been lookin at the pen |
But I just took it to the pen, when, when |
Imagine what I could’ve been |
But instead, I imagine what they couldn’t get |
Now every day I live a dream, every day a different scene |
If everything is what it seems |