Underline

What if never is the right time?
What if dime bags did cost a dime?
What if I didn’t know how to rhyme?
Would I still be on top or the underline

What if tomorrow is the right time?
What is it, that I never find?
What is love, is it in the mind?
Is it my partner in crime?

But for real though

Enough with the bull ish
People want to rap
But all they talk about is hood shit.

You say you got money

If you did we could see
Its funny how people can talk
But never listen to thee

Cause we swear we deep

But your soul is so shallow
Hate to say it
But your pride you got to swallow

You make no sense

You speak with no cause
All you talk about
Is money hoes and cars

But what if you spoke with truth?

Talk about something relevant
You'd make yourself important
Maybe even relevant

But right now

You not on the level
You swear you are but
Your neither fye, rich, or intellectual

Stay in your lane

If you don't
You just might crash
Your flow getting whiplash

But you should do

a complete 180
Turn around
Then maybe

Now will be the right time

A dime bag would only cost a dime
You could learn to rhyme
But you'll still be the underline
Cause baby
The top is mine