Intro: Jpegmafia 
Yeah 
Fuck that, whoa, uh 

Verse 1: Jpegmafia 
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 

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 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!)