Trap Anarchy's video: JPEGMAFIA x DENZEL CURRY - BALD REMIX

Yeah Fuck that, whoa, uh Fuck that bitch, I changed the plans Switch my style like I switch hands Block the witness, take the stand Fuck out the way bitch, back it up Shit better get played in a palace (word) I can't treat niggas like big deals Why put up a front? I'm callous Bald (ha) I look like Ray Allen (real) These niggas make beats on big wheels Yo' files is not a challenge (nah) Boy, you can't rap for shit Shuttlesworth blessed me with talent Hairline proof God needs balance Bald 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 niggas poppin' mollys and shootin' I'm stressed the fuck 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 nigga 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 fuck, 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 sluts 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 (skrrt) Couple gold plaques, scratch that off a goal list Cold shit 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 fuck with BAPE (what?) All these bars that I be writin' make it hard for you to relate (damn) Hesitate, I rarely do when fuckin' 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!)