Intro

(Chorus)
Now where my niggas in this bitch who been going through some shit?
Put your lighters up and keep 'em fucking lit
I'm bringing you the Midas touch with this
On my grimy, hungry shit
Flaming fire yelling get off my dick

Now where my niggas in this bitch who been going through some shit?
Put your lighters up and keep 'em fucking lit
I'm bringing you the Midas touch with this
On my grimy, hungry shit
Flaming fire yelling get off my dick

[Verse:]
Multiple stages of Metamorphosis
Feel like my mental is in an orphanage, spoken word
I wrote it down so I wound't record it
I absorbed it
Soaked it up an explored it
Choking up on my chorus
Keeping away from the devil's porridge
Mind exploring the deeper visions that made me worry
Not to mention the clock is ticking
Time never waits
Babies trapped in Section 8 and sent to see them Heaven gates
When I was younger I seen it
I took the scenic route to make it out the safest and cleanest
Middle school, always beating on doors and perfecting my craft
5 years later, youngin' steady sounding greater
Magic
Beautiful gems that was stuck on stems
And picked apart to fill that hole in your heart
Like a rose in a garden, it blossomed
But when it rains it pours for hours
With pounds of gun powder and lead showers
It's Post-Traumatic stress, nigga
No comparison, it's slowly damaging
Your soul is scrambling
Boldly panicking
Having withdrawals of shit that's never involved
In a physical state but the mental health hunt us all