Fab 4ts - What Could've Been

I see
The phoney in Niggas
2012 Would've tugged on that trigger
Maybe OD'd woulda died a fiend
Reality check cuz it's not a dream
Ain't look for a win but what coulda been
Whipin up keys or been robbing kids
2019 I'm no average Joe- if he didn't leave I be moving hoes- I'm the show
Talk to a stove I'd be moving snow
Losing myself for a couple coins
Busting on heads just to prove my point
Look at my route haven't showed what I'm about
You better respect you lucky my souls not in debt
These niggas are fancy you niggas are fret
The privilege just sits
Been thru a lot in my life
Crawled up that cliff off of might
What coulda been man the story is flipped
Fab the notorious kid
Got No respect for the riches you claim
You ain't even work a day
The story of Fab that's infested by crime
Surprised I haven't had the chance to back hand one of you swines
Look at the time
That bea life be shame
9 On your chest Luol Deng
Im swerving but YOU know your lane
Woulda grown to be a reaper
But now I'm reaping
I'm sowing the words of you yesmen
Reel in the baits like I'm fishing
Literally shooting my shot couldn't miss it
I know y'all not getting the message AHH
If my brother didn't go my life be a mess
Hunting for diamonds and sex
Looking for cash don't make sense
Looking for change and sum cents
bad energy - the world don't need it
Instead I'm building an era N' leading
That's just a Fab full of needing
this is a Fab I'm fulfilling
I'm taking the lead
God told me Fab you're a king
I ride for my team
2012 A team coulda been my death
Organized crimes with blood on my chest
This is a branch to the tree of reality
Roots filled with sum evil results
planned down to the grain and the salt
But this is what coulda been
Dead or locked in a Den
I'm doing God's work in the field now
Coulda been pilled up
Now I have many layers
Coulda been peeled out
Showing true colors I have No control
Over anything
Selling medicine
I'll be taking lives
I'll telling lies
Many court rooms maybe televised
Coulda been selling to mothers and daughters
Instead of me losing my brother I'm taking another's
Playing the devils game
I'll be the devils gain
He'd be my advocate strolling my avenue
I'd be the villain in life
What could've been if my brother ain't pass
Lived under section 8
Every paycheck was working for food on our plate
After my brother passed
Kicked out the threshold
It was just too much shit going on
Nowhere to go
The cash that we had was the bread that my brother left
So we had a way
But this road was the harder way not Scrambling for penny's
Wasn't any plan Bs
Got it how we lived
Didn't understand
Now I thank God that he had a plan
Took sum years and a night to Comprehend
Felt like we left for dead
But I look ahead now I'm built to lead
The process of losing a branch to the Tree
Is painful tho the wind blow leaves Matures over seasons
But Was what could've been Destroying or building me

Written by:
Fabian Domenech

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