Adam WarRock - Shoulda Beens lyrics

[Adam WarRock] [Verse 1] Let's go back some years Back when I put the mic down Back when I thought my life was about How many dollar signs How many zeroes and how many commas I could see 'em put on the contract Before I signed the dotted line And that financial aid let me get paid So when i graduated I'm like Already a hundred k in the hole And so I had to make waves; Updated my resume Made my way into the skull and bones' caves Even though I knew i'd never fit in With those money hungry grubbing What number beamer benz you running But man I gotta admit Alluring when you're comfortable Paying the bills when they come in And so I put away the raps and I put away the dreams I locked them under latch; let them die underneath That lock and f**ing key The luxury of that god damn degree But now I'm starving So when they ask me if I used to make g's I'm like [Hook] If I was in it for the money (I'd have been a f**ing lawyer) Yo, ain't it funny? (I'd have been a f**ing lawyer) If I never woke up And just tried to make it happen If I never grabbed the mic And started rapping Yo I shoulda been a doctor Shoulda been an engineer Shoulda been a businessman Shoulda been a millionaire Could have been so many things Here let me show ya If I was in it for the money I'd have been a f**ing lawyer [Verse 2] So you bleed and sweat Watch your ledger go to the red All those big plans you had in the end All you can do is hope that sh** pops And writer's block Decreasing the only a**ets you got And so an album becomes an EP EP becomes a single Single becomes an idea But idea is the thing To keep making you write Until you get rid of that feeling Pour your heart out Just to exorcise the demons On the road every hotel Check-in's after three Check-out after noon Hitting the road to be On time for that sound check Promoter hates your guts Just to rock it when you ask the crowd To throw their hands up And the feeling that you get No price could ever match No material thing could ever attach All the meaning When you're seeing people move By the art that you create So you take that twenty bucks That you made and just say [Hook] [Verse 3] Yeah money, It makes the world go round Cash rules; Trust me dude Know how people get down Show me that bling; Show me that swag That oozes out your pores Tell me again the way that keys open doors That gold chain on your neck man It can't protect it (nah) That beamer or that watch No one respects it (yeah) And a life working for wealth man That hate stays within you Those commas and those zeroes man You can't take it with you But the sense when you contribute To something that's bigger than you It makes up for the hand-me-downs And dinner made of fast food Trust me, I used to ball out of control To hide the sadness While watching life move past you Show business we ain't all rappers From this point after Let me write my own chapters I cut my salary Now i'm my own employer (yeah) If I was in it for the money I'd have been a f**ing lawyer