Demon Time -Prod. by Malloy-

Leveled Up

A tape that shows versatility, and range. This tape proves i have not been gone just steady upgrading. Allow me to bring hip hop back into shape, and show what true talent sounds like. Im coming! my foot on y'all necks for now on.... This is only the beginning! FaDello baby, its not a name its a statement! Forever Alive Dello!!!

4Fun

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Aviator

In No Time

I made this small collection of songs in a week that i felt my lowest. I was feeling so many different emotions and the easiest way to deal with it was lay a track. All these beats are super dope and let me be as creative as i wanted to be... so viola! I call this my progress album 'Split Perception' because its made up of different lives, different lies, and different truths. Yall decide which one you fw the most.

Stuck On You (Prod. Gold's House)

Let It Go

Split the Honey Butter Biscuit (Prod. Trunks Black)

i want the money like the laws - 1_1_26, 8.38 PM

You wanna lead? Then bleed. You wanna change the world? Start with the one inside. Let’s go.

Don’t just preach. Don’t just post. Don’t just quote the ones who spoke. You gotta live it when the mic is off. You gotta stand when the crowd walks off.

You want to lead? Then burn the mask. The one that smiles but won’t unmask. The one that hides behind the plan but never dares to touch the land.

This ain’t about code. This ain’t about charts. This is about breaking the fear in your heart. The war ain’t out there— it’s in your breath. It’s in the silence you call self-respect.

You want to change minds? Then change your own. You want to break chains? Then break your tone. The one that flatters, the one that bends, the one that fears to lose fake friends.

You gotta bleed. You gotta burn. You gotta show them how to turn. Not with slogans, not with pride— but with the truth you tried to hide.

The mirror don’t lie. It don’t blink. It don’t care what you say you think. It shows the fear you never named. It shows the guilt you never claimed.

And if you flinch, you lose the fight. Because the war inside don’t end at night. It waits in silence, feeds on shame, and kills the fire before the flame.

So rise, not loud— but real. Not proud— but steel. Not perfect— but raw. Not polished— but law.

The kind of law that don’t need courts. The kind of truth that don’t need force. The kind of soul that don’t retreat. The kind that walks with bloody feet.

You want to lead? Then be the vow. Not someday— but now. Because no paradise waits for the ones who stall. It’s time to rise. Or we all fall.

The mirror must burn. The ego must break. The leader is the one who walks through the fire and doesn’t fake.

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FaDello Walker