BALD! REMIX

Yeah
 Fuck that, whoa, uh
 Fuck that bitch, I changed the plan
 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' mollies 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 (skrr)
 Couple gold plaques, scratch that off a gold 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)