Pit & the Pendulum (Golden Gun Remix)

007 ft. billy woods and Vordul Mega - “Pit & the Pendulum (Golden Gun Remix)”
[Emcee(s): billy woods and Vordul Mega]
[Producer(s): 007 (AKA BOND)]

[Verse 1: billy woods]
This is what matters: if the world shatters
It’s on you to pick up the shards
Put ‘em back together or cut deep into the scars
Somebody call the guards
Midnight in the mental. Pulled over in the rental
And roamed the crossroads with only one
Shot like crossbows
Mephisto couldn’t pray harder. No atheists
In foxholes, just unwilling martyrs
Oh Heavenly Father, I could have played smarter
All this talk who thugging, you
Bugging. Pork come through, slap your moms in the
Onion, you won’t do nothing
Put you in the oven, strip your sis, put you in
The dungeon, lift your sacks, spread those cheeks
Nigga, now who thugging?

[Bridge: billy woods]
This is what matters. Everybody falls
It’s how you land. Kind of like
Snakes and Ladders. Once they started shooting
Everybody else scattered

[Verse 2: Vordul Mega]
Exploring freedoms
On highways
Skating thousands of miles, blow out
Clouds, drown in Henny and Crown
With lobster shield, living in risk
Trying to get out of momma’s house and into cribs
Too many memories of families
At windows shedding tears—that never helps
No one living in fear as the only thing
To fear is self. Awakening from falling
In deep depressions, you can’t worry why
Skies is blue. Only wonder why
My hands is tied from all the bullshit
Caught in my mind, but I can’t let it
Fall all on me. It feels like someone else
Helped put it there. Entrapments
The ways we live. Entrapments
The ways we live

[Verse 3: billy woods]
At the wake, I had my first pair of dress shoes
No black pants, so I wore navy-
-blue. She asked me, “What happened?” “Shit
Girl, time flew, everybody did
What they do. He gone—next, it’s me or
You or them too. Blunts?
Yeah, we smoked a few. Been on
The precipice, girl, I’m a pessimist”
We slept together but only kissed
Stormy weather Spitamatic for worse
Or better. Lighting
Sticks, pulling cheap wine
Every nigga I know that close to losing their mind
Walking fine lines of moonshine
We’re all doing time
This system will make you a cog
Brothers wandering in fogs
Burning through the smog. Lost
Highways we drive. Something died
Frustration just boiling inside
Ready to go outside, just ride
Burn a nigga something awful
I’m not partial
Pass the bottle
Step it on it, man, choke the throttle
The night in a rental
Pulled over in the mental
This is what matters
This is what matters