FADED DRINKING TIL IM TAPPIN OUT THE BOTTLEEEE

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Artist @xiiidolor
Cover @pisceus

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XiiiDolor - WAR! (@666rehab Exclusive) *MV OUT IN DESCRIPTION!*

April 26th // 12:00am
Prod. Peyesee

Lyrics:
I am my mother's keeper
yea, yea, yea, yea
yea, yea, yea, yea
Aw fuck
All that talk on the net get you bucked
When you see me you better not run
We lit him up like we smoking on runtz
Inhale the smoke going straight to my lungs
Yea, yea, yea
When you go up better watch who around
Niggas be devious sitting in bushes the day that you lack leave you down in that ground

I was nineteen when I turned to a man
Dropped out of college, I had no more dollars was hungry and broke but I had me a plan
Fast forward the time now I count me some racks
Bitches on dick let me hit from the back
Oh you trusting that hoe boy you dumb as a bitch
You is not one of gang I don’t need your lil dap
I told my momma, I miss her, I love her
Give her the world there ain’t no one above her
She told me keep grinding but baby be careful when out doing business or out doing shows
‘Cause niggas be envious snakes on the low 
Look at my grass and I cut that bih low
I don’t got time for these niggas that plottin' boy imma protect my life that’s on my soul
Who is you testing nigga what’s the word? 
I bet I cave his face into the curb
He think he tough we gon’ spin through that block
Treat him like practice I bet he get shot
Yea, yea
So tell me what’s real
Is you my brother, you ready to kill?
I know that when niggas talk shit on the gang,  I put trust in my brother that blood better spill
Don't let none of these fuck niggas take you from the path in your life
Do what you gotta do
I believe in you as long as you believe in me

Aw fuck
All that talk on the net get you bucked
When you see me you better not run
We lit him up like we smoking on runtz
Inhale the smoke going straight to my lungs
Yea, yea, yea
When you go up better watch who around
Niggas be devious sitting in bushes the day that you lack leave you down in that ground

My Mother's Keeper

I appreciate each and every single one of you for your patience, here is a gift to you all for baring with me, I've been through a lot this past year and your support has kept me alive and motivated when I was unable to do it myself. To everyone listening, I love you. - KC

Produced by Sour
Mixed & Mastered by KC 
GLORY TO GOD
EP MAY 10TH

See The Vision ✟

if it’s something i wanted more of
i would’ve left it on your doorstep
if i’m only being honest
you couldve kept what you had promised
every thing you said we’d do
it was only being modest
and if i’m wrong then so are you 
have you even looked in the mirror?
you always said that you would forgive her
cant imagine where that’d get you
considering where we are right now 
i wonder why, but never how
you couldve been so misleaded
and i couldn’t blame myself for the hurt
when you dont even feel the bleeding 
do you even know your worth?

guitar by my good friend

mixed n mastered by kc

modest

Ⴘ𝓞𝓤’ℛ𝓔 𝑇𝓘ℳ𝓔ℒ𝓔𝓢𝓢

the beginning and the end 

produced by arcane 
mixed & mastered by kc

LYRICS :

To find way, and I’ll leave you now
To find me, and I’ll leave you now, oh-oh

Hope my flight delayed tonight
I hope you bitches drown in sorrow 
Faded drinking whiskey til’ I’m tapping out the bottle
This shit ain’t no murder shit, 
Torture what I’m supposed to swallow
Geeking my impending doom gon’ tell me that there’s no tomorrow 
I’m off the perks, the henny kill me can’t be sober 
Put in the work, fuck all the hate and made this touchdown
Ash all on my jeans (yeah)
Company at my feet (yeah)
You done changed so much on me now all my friends desist 
Lonelier than ever in this hotel
Home so far so I can’t heal and no one know how I feel
Shit like tug of war again, I got coat hangers that touched you (yeah)
Mona lisa, I paint you 
I’m a bad guy I stained you 
Then I wake up 7 A.M police knocking at my door
He like “Sir you know this chick”? and I’m like “Uh-huh, yeah of course”
I had my hands cut, body falling to the floor
A purple photograph, a polaroid of what we were 

Why all my friends been changing? 
In the marvelous surface
The tattoo on your body
Got me moving like a zombie
I don’t wanna be rich or famous
I just want your face last time
One more try
Give me one more night (get me out my feelings i been feeling like I’m dead)
One more light, give me one more try

I don’t have no one in my life this is sad
I don’t have no one inside I can rest 
I spent time tryna get it out
You ever seen a rich man with nothing in his house? 
With nothing in his house

Nothings In The House

produced by mydemos
mixed and mastered by kc

LYRICS :

Now there’s an ink on the paper shit got me terrified 

Big sis out to Vegas taught me what I know
I been saving up this money tryna switch the coast 
I been mogging with my brothers writing down no notes 
I been Living in the present dreaming we on vogue 
And this
Special moment we sharing I can just feel the vibes
It’s like I’m constantly screaming somebody else’s lines
I seen a pen with a picture It’s drawing you and I
Now there’s an ink on the paper shit got me terrified 

See those lines
You don’t ever wanna see those eyes (with me eyes)
Got me, got me trippin’ all day all night 
My soul, my soul why you take mine?
You got markings on your body
Let my hands do your healing for your scarring 
On the surface
Are you healing from your dumb ass ex?

Sex on the beach get me, get me, get me right
Always in my day and my day all night, night
Always in my head, in my head oh I-I 
Pour me up one I’mma be aight
One missed call on my line, on my line
I got my head in stipulations that I’m feeling are turning so old
Right up on my window cell, praying for my mind and my health
Sick more than I was failed, let me sta-starving

More than more than you know
There’s a diva in my coat (there’s a DJ)
What’s up with these days?
These days I don’t get much

See those lines
You don’t ever wanna see those eyes (with my eyes?)
Got me, got me trippin’ all day all night 
My soul, my soul why you take mine?
You got markings on your body
Let my hands do your healing for your scarring 
On the surface
Are you healing from your dumb ass ex?

You got markings on your body
Let my hands do your healing for your scarring

Markings

produced by sapjer
mixed and mastered by kc

LYRICS :

Always high but never go on low

Paralyzing 
Keeping me up all night
Sex while driving, 
Two hours just done passed on by
Don’t know what’s real
Tell me is it much different this time?
(Ooh)
Always high but never go on low

Shawty BBL I’mma slay it
Drowning on low I’m amazing
On a jug walk coupe need a raise yeah
Need a blunt to perform I’m anxious 
And I’m sipping’ on pain for ages
Eyes so low like an asian
I just did a show, not much no lie
Codeine and the perk I’ll lace it (yeah)

Waking on up in the morning hit my line
6am just say “Wake up”
Coast to coast my love
How I’m gon’ live if I can’t do drugs 
How I get lit if I can’t pour up
And I feel good when you pull up
Where I’m supposed to go now?
Always high but never go on low

Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low,
Low, Low, Low, Low

Always high but never go on low

Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, L-Low, Low,
Low, Low, Low, Low

Always high but never go on low

Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low,
Low, Low, Low, Low

Always high but never go on low

Paralyzing 
Keeping me up all night
Sex while driving, 
Two hours just done passed on by
Don’t know what’s real
Tell me is it much different this time?

(Ooh)
Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low,
Low, Low, Low, 
Always high but never go on low

Low, Low, Low, Low
Low, Low, Low, Low,
Low, Low, Low, 
Always high but never go on
Always high but never go on
Always high but never go on
Low

Paralyzing 
Keeping me up all night
Sex while driving, 
Two hours just done passed on by
Don’t know what’s real
Tell me is it much different this time?

Always high but never go on low

Paralyzing

inspired by laflame

produced by sapjer
mixed and mastered by kc

LYRICS :

Real sick
Real sick
Real sick
Real sick
Ooh, sick
Moving slow!

Leave yo’ phone and yo’ conversation at the door
There’s too much henny at this party, I can’t see no more
Get out my crib if you not getting lit or fucking on the floor
I’m out in Mexico (you shouldn’t lie to my soul)

My fault if I was tweakin’ off the eenie minie moe
My lil Ray J done taught me pistols, taught me how to blow
That my OG I know
My ride presidential 
They hate to see me go now

F-fuck your home and your reputation (Yeah!)
Six blunts put that hoe up in no rotation 
Way too close! I’ma need to stay my fucking distance
Pop it, pop it, pop it!
Lil mama make that wheel pop
Mama make that beat drop,
Shawty make that wheel stop
I’ma fuck that bitch top
Don’t leave me alone now
I been in some hotels
Bet she wanna go there?
Spent sixteen on Moncler, twenty on bodega 

I jumped off the porch, mama said that I was fucked up
Came in with a mopstick, pass it to my heart bruh 
All of these hoes, these hoes, these hoes they switching they pictures like eenie minie moe
I just came in with the glock and new bodega, Aventador, Aventador, Aventador
School at the yard like a mothafuckin’ jail house
If a bitch run they mouth they gon send him in the sandlot
Noah came around, feel equipped with that K
I need novacaine all them drugs numb my pain 

I been tryna fuck shit up right now yeah!
I been tryna fuck shit up right now yeah!
I been tryna fuck shit up right now yeah!
(I been) Pour my double cup with some more right now yeah
I’m a side killer I just came in then a round yeah
Brand new fur my coat, I might do it for the vibe yeah
Moving slow!

Leave yo’ phone and yo’ conversation at the door
There’s too much henny at this party, I can’t see no more
Get out if you not getting lit or fucking on the floor
I’m out in Mexico (you shouldn’t lie to my soul)

Get out if you not getting lit or fucking on the floor
(Balenziaga) Y’all fucking with the news
With the news

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Racks on the seat what I want!
Take me out to heaven where I’ll be quite alright
I don’t care about it, I got doom in my eyesight
See the pain, novocaine

NO REPUTATIONS IN MY HOUSE

produced by sapjer
mixed and mastered by kc

LYRICS :

The waves got me crashing out
So I gotta move like
So I got this pain in me
What will we do?

Where I’m going in my

Flying I’m out the state I’m tryna forget what I know
I been out my head just things we can’t control
How much money you owe?
I can’t stay composed
Girl, it’s your birthday got ten blunts to roll
Landed it out in Vegas, I got something out my world
I’m in the middle of everything and I’m sorting out my woes
All my bitches hoes
But I miss Mariah
Girl it’s just safe with you and me (oh yeah)

From Atlanta to the Vegas
I came to the hotel faded
Think the henny got me jaded, 
I been feelin’ like Jaden
Tell my mama that I made it
Ten blunts I’ma face it
Poker eyes full, Alexis 
Rari’ on my necklace

T-t-two seater, two whores
I got two bitches in fords
We was in a Honda Accord
We just hungry and we want more
That’s enough of all the things that,
Seeing shit we bring back
Pictures clear like Kodak
I don’t ever wanna spin back

Flying I’m out the state I’m tryna forget what I know
I been out my head just things we can’t control
How much money you owe?
I can’t stay composed
Girl, it’s your birthday got ten blunts to roll
Landed it out in Vegas, I got something out my world
I’m in the middle of everything and I’m sorting out my woes
All my bitches hoes
But I miss Mariah
Girl it’s just safe with you and me, oh yeah

Flying I’m out the state I’m tryna forget what I know
I been out my head just things we can’t control
How much money you owe?
I can’t stay composed
Girl, it’s your birthday got ten blunts to roll

Out Of State

May 9th // 6:58pm
Mixed & Mastered by Dolor & Samo
All platforms soon, surprise drop, enjoy.

Lyrics: 
I told that bitch hurry up
She got ass I wanna fuck
Smoking gas in my lungs
Arps on deck with drums
Nigga run up if you want
Don’t be scared that shit no fun
Send that lo boy we gon come
Bullets hot just like the sun

ATL I’m with the gang
We got glocks we let it bang
I know a bitch who’ll set you up
I told that bitch don’t say my name
He thought he was bout to smash and get some pussy from a hoe
He thought he was that lil nigga but that pussy was a hoax
If I ain’t got the time to get you, I got shooters that’s on go
If he was put up in that field I bet you bread that boy gon choke
What’s your set? 
Like whats your rank?
Nigga you dont fucking bang
I’ll stick a blade right through his face
I know this world gon feel my pain

I told that bitch hurry up
She got ass I wanna fuck
Smoking gas in my lungs
Arps on deck with drums
Nigga run up if you want
Don’t be scared that shit no fun
Send that lo boy we gon come
Bullets hot just like the sun

Gwinnett County (Prod. DIEPERRY)

kay-cee
New York .
nothings in the house “,6;4saint

Nothings In The House

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