OAKLAND FOR GAMBINO PROD NOXA

PROD: VXNDVTTA & XANIKAAN

[LYRICS]

(Aye) Talk that tough get erased 
Pullin up no face no case (okay, okay)
I ain’t finna leave no trace 
If u on bullshit olé (okay, okay)
Ion entertain no lames 
Jus keep on saying my name (okay, okay)
I can’t breathe need space 
If she tryna be my bae (okay, okay)

Hol up peep my fit that’s black on black on black on black (aye)
Talkin bout shit u make that’s trash that’s wack that’s cap that’s ass (aye)
Talkin about shit I say that’s facts on facts on facts on facts (aye)
I ain’t give a fuck since the back of the class  
and I had mad gas in the bag (aye)
They say that I got a sickness 
I like to tell em I’m gifted 
Hating because I move different 
Why are u up in my business 
Cross me u best be religious
Cause I been done with forgiveness 
I’m poppin at every witness 
I’m taking my shot I ain’t missin 
I can’t escape it this internal hatred is breaking my conscience it needs to release 
Constantly nauseous from bodies in boxes I ran outta options I need to delete 
Stuck in my head so my eyes staying red from the tears that I shed they combine with my weed 
I might say fuck it and climb to the summit just so I can jump it and crash to the street

WHOTFISFENIX!? - GIFTED WITH SICKNESS [SOUNDCLOUD EXCLUSIVE]

OLD ME

Talk My Shit! [prod. jokez]

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YOVR S1D3

I gotta stay busy i can’t give a bitch my all

I gotta stay busy i can’t give a bitch my all

I gotta stay busy i can’t give a bitch my all

I gotta stay ouu ouu

I gotta stay busy i can’t give a bitch my damn time

Told you that im busy don’t be hitting up my damn line

Yoyo champ a mizzy then we back on the damn grind

She think she a ten she a nickel not a damn dime

I just need a bitch to show me something that i never seen

All these bitches old news, dirty swear they pushin p

All these bitches old, used, flirty they a different breed

I stay in my bubble im exactly where im posed to be

She say she demure uh uh you look like a hoe to me

Said for that im weird uh uh we agree to disagree 

I could see the real you, why you tryna hide?

I could see the real you when i look in ya eyes

Ima keep it real dude i don’t feed you lies

I could tell you just a hoe fucking niggas for some weed

I ain’t fucking with no hoe that fuck a nigga once a week

I could tell these hoes apart easy peasy lemon squeeze

Its a walk in a park, hoe can’t get no part of me 

Ay silly bitches come and go sunrise, sunset

I know that the best is yet to come i ain’t upset

Why this silly thotty think that she could get me upset

She got thirty bodies and she tryna make it thirty one

She gon fuck on anybody specially the dirty ones

She gon fuck on everybody don’t think you her lucky one

I don’t fuck on anybody, waiting for the lucky one

Lemon Squeeze

I needed to vent

This slump is getting Annoying
if I record and play it back Im thinking this shits abhorrent 
can’t be patient for this shit if I’m never making appointments to the mic  I been training like Tyson all for  the glory with this talent that I have fuck I look like selling them donuts
pushing up a daisy told my girl mira la Flores and my flaws take em all and then lift them up with a forklift

in this abyss I been traversing 
going mad I asking myself if this  is worth it
hollow processing mental cracking like Reagan tallying corpses
courses pile couple cucks would clear it with a cunning source a sorcerer that nobody can name on Voldemort shit
more like mortician bodies on the floor 
life cut short but it’s not loud enough only a gnome listens
shit if I say some true shit they want my dome missin

Journal 1.wav

Verse 1
Step into the backroom, smoke in the air,
Gold watch ticking on the boss’s chair.
Silk tie, cold eyes, no mercy to spare—
If you talk too loud, you might disappear.

Bootleg liquor in a battered case,
Cops on payroll, never leave a trace.
We deal in whispers, power, and pace—
Every handshake’s just a high-stakes race.

Hook
Yeah, we run this town from the alleys to the docks,
Pocket full of secrets, coat full of Glocks.
Move like ghosts when the midnight knocks—
When the door taps twice, you don’t check that box.

Verse 2
Black car parked with the engine low,
Tommy gun humming like a radio.
Money in the walls, but nobody knows—
We bury our sins where the river flows.

Champagne dreams with a razor grin,
Card game crooked but I still cash in.
In a world full of saints, I was born to sin—
Got blood on my shoes and a tailored pin.

Hook
Yeah, we run this town from the alleys to the docks,
Pocket full of secrets, coat full of Glocks.
Move like ghosts when the midnight knocks—
When the door taps twice, you don’t check that box.

Bridge (spoken/rap)
No halo in this city made of bourbon and chrome,
Just kings with pistols guarding paper and thrones.
Say my name in the wrong place—never get home.
We built an empire outta smoke and bone.

Final Hook
We run this town, shadows sharp as knives,
Playing God with the gangland lives.
If the door taps twice, better cut those ties—
That’s the sound of power in a world of lies.

Talk My Shit! [prod. jokez]

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