Denzel Curry - BALD (REMIX) lyrics

[Intro: JPEGMAFIA] Yeah fu*k that, whoa, uh [Verse 1: JPEGMAFIA] fu*k that b*tch, I changed the plan Switch my style like I switch hands Block the witness, take the stand fu*k out the way b*tch, back it up sh*t better get played in a palace (Word) I can't treat ni**as like big deals Why put up a front? I’m callous Bald (Ha) I look like Ray Allen (Real) These ni**as make beats on big wheels Yo' files is not a challenge (Nah) Boy, you can't rap for sh*t Shuttlesworth blessed me with talent Hairline proof God needs balance Bald [Verse 2: Denzel Curry] Yeah My life was written already, so I was gifted already And with this God-given talent, I knew the Devil been met me Can't compare me to Jesus, because he ain't Noah's father He told me, "Please, be still and see that steel is revolver" (You right) 'Cause in my hood, these ni**as poppin' mollies and shootin' I'm stressed the fu*k out, that's why I must commence to get zooted I'm trapped in my head, between the thoughts of health and my wealth Right next to bein' selfish and just bein' myself The fast spitter, slash, clash, ghetto pass, sinner sippin' bad liquor It's the ni**a you may know, I'm the GOAT To them clout chasers and them 'bout whatevers and them wave riders Told them that my life is not a boat, you can't float (You right) Call me Zeltron when I'm rappin', call me Denzel when we fu*k, ho You're allowed to touch me, but I don't wanna keep in touch, though (Wow) Say I'm livin' comfortable, because I'm makin' much dough But I wasn't happy, cut my hair and let the s*uts go Ever so softly, suicide has cost me Did I lose my mind? I feel my head been lost me Been a couple years and haven't spoken to Lofty Haven't seen the family, only been with the posse (Skrr) Couple gold plaques, scratch that off a gold list Cold sh*t is gettin' diamond plaques by stayin' focused (Yuh) No whip, I won't let 'em do me like Jahseh (Yuh) My mama say that I should pray, 'cause demon comes in different shapes (Okay) Got that Stray Rats on my body, 'cause Maurice don't fu*k with BAPE (What?) All these bars that I be writin', make it hard for you to relate (Damn) Hesitate, I rarely do when fu*kin' these hoes I barely knew Overturnin', startin' new, can't act like a jit by thirty-two I'm twenty-five, though, dreadlocks had your boy like Sideshow Bob Can't complain about too much, because I'm on my job Switch my look, I got 'em hooked, they call me Young Heartthrob I am (Bald!)