if I was 2pac

Lyrics

(Intro)
Yeah...
"If I Was Tupac I Wouldn't Have..."
Rolling slow down Wilshire, late night, top down.
Pacific Ocean air blowing cold across the strip.
God bless the dead, no disrespect to the legend who paved this road—
We honor the art, we honor the fire, but a real West Coast general gotta dissect the tape.
Too many real ones in the dirt because pride sat in the front seat.
We gotta talk about the strategy. We gotta talk about the moves.
Westside state of mind. Check the blueprint... listen.
​(Verse 1)
California sunshine, but the pavement stays cold,
Teaching young West Coast brothers how to make it till they're old.
I sit back in the ride, analyze September Ninety-Six,
Looking at the Vegas lights, watching how the trap clicks.
If I was in those shoes, man, I’m reading through the lines,
Spotting all the Hollywood snakes, paying attention to the signs.
I wouldn't run with Suge, never trusted that frame,
He was using pure genius just to fuel his own game.
Heavy Death Row chain hanging heavy on the chest,
But who’s holding the keys when the sun sets in the west?
Had a West Coast king out here fighting for a bully’s greed,
Planting seeds of destruction when elevation’s what we need.
That man never had his back when the pressure came down,
Left an icon in the dark while he ran around town.
I’d have said fuck Death Row, cut the leash, broke the chain,
Built my own domain, kept my masters through the pain.
Kept my freedom, kept my vision, stayed focused on the wealth,
'Cause the first rule of the street is protecting your own self.
​(Chorus)
If I was Tupac, I wouldn't have went out that way,
Keep your mouth in check, live to fight another day.
God bless the fallen, let the lessons resonate,
Westside hustlers walk away before it gets too late.
From the Bay to the L.A. basin, learning from the past,
Building up an empire structured to last.
​(Verse 2)
Looking at the lobby floor, MGM night,
Mike Tyson just won, pride burning way too bright.
In the middle of the crowd, seeing Orlando in the space,
Stepping out of your lane just to punch him in the face.
If I was Tupac, I wouldn't have confronted that man,
Wouldn't trade a whole kingdom for an impulse plan.
Walk right past the drama, let security do their job,
Why risk a billion-dollar mind for a middle-of-the-mob?
Never burn down the house just to light a small candle,
Give the shooters a reason when the business you can't handle.
And rewind back to New York, when the trial went down,
A setup by a shorty who was running round town.
Got a brother locked up, stuck inside a cold cell,
Riker's Island nights, living in a personal hell.
While she walked away quiet from the story she’d tell,
Leaving you to fight the state while the fake friends fell.
When I stepped out those gates, I’d keep my distance secure,
No contact, no revenge, keep the strategy pure.
Wouldn't waste a single breath putting energy there,
Just elevate the hustle, breathe the California air.
​(Chorus)
If I was Tupac, I wouldn't have went out that way,
Keep your mouth in check, live to fight another day.
God bless the fallen, let the lessons resonate,
Westside hustlers walk away before it gets too late.
From the Bay to the L.A. basin, learning from the past,
Building up an empire structured to last.
​(Verse 3)
Man, but then you went and took it way too far on the wax,
Crossing dirty lines, putting poison on the tracks!
Screaming "Hit 'Em Up", running round, flexing mad,
Claiming that you fucked Biggie's girl—shit is sad!
Sharing fucking fluids with a rival's bride? Hell nah!
That ain't okay, that's breaking every single street law!
That ain't hip-hop, that's pure reckless fucking spite,
Turning petty ass rap beef into murder in the night!
You took a personal rift and you blew it out the frame,
Dragging families in the mud just to validate your name!
Brought a dark cloud of venom that was destined to stay,
Now two fucking legends dead and rotting in the clay!
I would’ve shut my damn mouth, kept the music on point,
Never brought that toxic ass drama in the joint!
Fuck the reckless talking, fuck the ego and the chest,
Look at what it got us—bullets in a king's chest!
Left a mother heartbroken, left the whole world cold,
All because you couldn't keep your temper in control!
​(Verse 4)
So I ride through the West, staring up at the stars,
Writing down the truth behind these studio bars.
You had the world in your hand, had the youth in your grip,
Poet, actor, revolutionary—why let it slip?
If I was in your position, I’d have dropped the gang façade,
Realized that a genius don't gotta play the mob.
I'd have moved to the Bay, built a label off the ground,
Unified the East and West, brought a whole new sound.
No Death Row, no Suge, no Vegas in the fall,
Just a living legend standing fifty feet tall.
We don't honor the violence, we honor the mind,
Leaving all the petty street drama far behind.
​(Outro)
Yeah...
"If I Was Tupac I Wouldn't Have..."
Assess the Coast before you make your move. beeeeeeyaaaaatch.