Good Witch of the North

When it, rains it pours
Storm that’ll have you on all fours
Head against the wall on the hall floor
Heel clicks, yellow bricks, and kitty’s that can’t roar
City money green, full of dreams, and it’s all yours
But I could never lean on false gods
Spit facts in my all black, a wiz with no Oz
Doubt crippled me but then I told it no mas
Empty ambition so vicious with no cause
Spring right into action, my satisfaction
Lies within the benefaction law of attraction
8 years I’ve been Bapping
But now I’m rapping
They ain’t wanna hear me back then
But know they backed in
Sweet sixteen when I spit my first sweet sixteen
Bars dirty even when my raps clean
Tongue even slicker and quicker than Maxine’s
Say I’m Only getting sicker don’t give her no vaccine
Even if it’s pouring, I’m still absorbing
Late nights and early mornings I’m up recording
Haters say that I’ll get bored and I just ignore them
I feel like this is my calling, and now I’m all in