EMCEE

You can call me a hoe for how I'm on the track

I'll bend right back quicker than a cul-de-sac

If you think that's a stretch go get your yoga mat

Because I stay running shit like Black quarterbacks

Imagine summer July in the morning time

And your bed is facing the outside

Clear blue skies you don't have curtains or blinds

Basically what I'm saying is you can't stop my shine no

Yeah I'm deeper than most

I play life like breakfast I'm keeping the toast

I might be reckless but I don't sleep with occults

That's waking up from a nightmare then peeping the ghost