"A Doll Fulla Pins" lyrics

"A Doll Fulla Pins"
(feat. Yolanda Watson & Jeff Markey)

[billy woods:]
All summer in a day
I spent all summer diggin' myself out a grave
Can't run with the wolves when you're a stray
Can't let anyone know you gettin' paid
Can't let 'em meet the connect, your own people'll get you up out the way
I hid 20K in my mother basement
DC summer suffocating
The air pregnant, the whole city just waiting
Tasting my own blood in bracelets
The plug being patient
Like, fuck all that, I lived in the bus station
Niggas tried to yap me, I left town, I'm not tough
I came back when niggas got locked up
I know them niggas, niggas is dumb

[Yolanda Watson:]
Ooh, heart full of pins
Come to me with your sins
A list of names, frozen friends
It's all the same in the end
They're all the same in the end
Oh, graspy little men
I'm a doll full of pins
Yeah, but again and again and again and again
Oh, yeah, it never ends
So I, so I, so I, so I
Keep my head down and my heart aside

[billy woods:]
Might bottle it like white women tears
Mic throttle to spit out this— Keep playin' with me, for real
Lines of hearses
They put the curse on the whole family, but it's hard not to feel like we got it the worsest
Inquired if my soul was for purchase
I replied, "Unfortunately, it's long gone, but might I interest you in something else?"
Wasn't no timeouts, we got welts from the belt
Wasn't none of that, just fuck around and find out
Golliwog showed up on the shelf, pop up like a kid's book
Kid got his wig split, Golliwog by the window like he having a look
At night, its little feet retreat to my room, wedged debris
Between the door and the floor, at night, its tiny sharp teeth
Kill all the rats, yeah, but you gotta pay that fee
Tried to play slick, miss me with the, "Woe is me"
Just have the dough

I want you to kill you Big Pin and his two brothers
I can do that for you
What will you give me in return?
I don't know
I will take my pay as we go


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