If I Could - Prop Dylan, Supastition

If I could, I would calm down and chill more

Not always focus on putting my songs on the bill board

Build a life around the people I do live for and not chase those things most

people would’ve killed for

And I’m still sure I’ve made the right decisions

Became an underground musician and a mic magician

Who’s still spitting while some peeps of mine had a life of crime and had to

spend their first half of their life in prison

Not the types to fit in, I just wish I could’ve been a guiding beacon or they

rode the wave of my ambition

Not getting high all weekend hiding from a crime committed

Dodging the cops looking shady in their Nike fitted

I shine like a diamond glisten, but I could give a little extra when scribbling

my text up

So I can spit a little fresher when the mic’s on live

And give a finger to a heckler

Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win

Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in

Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin

Standing there on the outside looking in

Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win

Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in

Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin

Thinking, what it could, should and would’ve been

If I picked my moments, and not spoke on impulses

Shut my mouth more, might work under hypnosis

Jokes aside, I would give a little less damn

About the music industry, 'cause actually it’s killing me

Now who’s a real mc, who got a deal and why

It leaves a bitter sweet taste, there right up in my mouth

Yo, I gotta spit it out, otherwise I feel the doubt

All these could and should’ve and would’ve’s something I could live without

It’s been a while now, that shit hit the fan

I got a feeling it’ll do without contingency plans

I should work but I’m tired like the Michelin man

Of peeps who talk beside their mouths like ventriloquist hands

Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win

Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in

Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin

Standing there on the outside looking in

Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win

Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in

Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin

Thinking, what it could, should and would’ve been

If I could hit the reset button on some things I’ve done in life or not

And respect nothing like running up in someones wifey

Even though she said nothing, I still live with a guilty conscience

I wish I could’ve chose better people to building bond with

No jealousy feeling within I kill that silly nonsense

I wish I could replace that ego tripping with some calm sense

If I knew then, what I knew now, my state would never support me

I would’ve packed up and moved out long ago

Erased maybe ninety percent of them niggas in my linear notes

But thank my brother Pumpkinhead before it was his time to go

I wish I could took the fam on European tours

Wish I could «ctrl, alt, delete» my human being flaws

If I could, I would’ve fought harder to be a boss

Instead of that worker mentality labels reinforce

I would’ve done less favors and done more for me of course

But looking back, now I know what’s important to me, boy

Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win

Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in

Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin

Standing there on the outside looking in

Oh my god I’m the one and they shouldn’t win

Tryna play my part 'til one foot is in

Look at him tryna smile with a crooked grin

Thinking, what it could, should and would’ve been