March 1st // 12:00am
Artwork by Gloxiey
All song information in the description of every song.

A collection of songs that I've made in the past few months that I been working on. A project made to show versatility and emotion throughout the whole project. Thank you for taking the time out your day to listen to what i have made and I only ask for your appreciation. Much Love to everyone who helped with this project from the producers, Vythe, Rehab, Gloxiey, and many more people who took a part in making this project turn into reality.

Hell Before Heaven.

MV - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zTdxthL3wGc
https://open.spotify.com/track/5HmMVee2qQtgwzAPmWRcSm?si=0249e2a9470346c4
Artist @xiiidolor
Cover @pisceus

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

March 1st // 12:00am
Artwork by Gloxiey
Produced by Gonna Rob
Mixed & Mastered by Dolor & Samo

Lyrics:
I can call my vamp bout' that shit they get you right
All my niggas slime we gon' creep up through the night
We be totin' choppas, whole team strapped just like a dyke
I don't need no chop, I throw my fist like All Might
I can call the plug to sell the work and bring that bag in
Complaining that you broke but you was too afraid to tap in
She was talkin' neaky, told that bitch I'll break her back in
Fuck her then I rob her anything to bring them racks in

Always asking questions bout' my life bitch back the fuck up
He was playing gangsta on the net but got his tail tucked
Thirteen, he a demon, crash the SRT rental
He don't give a fuck he turned around and bought a Benz' truck nigga

Ilostmari he a bitch, huh
Ran him out his ricks, uh
Niggas did him bad and sent him home with swollen lip, uh
Choppa let it, chop-choppa let it rip, uh
Bitches all up on me 'cause they know that I'm the shit
How the hell you know me, I don't even know your name
Bitches like Atari when I see I'm running game
Funny how that clout and money make a nigga change
All my music bout' me when you listen hear my pain

I can call my vamp bout' that shit they get you right, uh
All my niggas slime we gon' creep up through the night, uh
We be totin' choppas, whole team strapped just like a dyke, uh
I don't need no chop, I throw my fist like All Might, uh
I can call the plug to sell the work and bring that bag in
Complaining that you broke but you was too afraid to tap in
She was talkin' neaky, told that bih I'll break her back in
Fuck her then I rob her anything to bring them racks in
Tied

Creepin At Night

March 1st // 12:00am
Produced by Jvst X
Artwork by Gloxiey
Mixed & Mastered by Dolor

Lyrics:
Yea, yea
Like who is you testing my g?
Don't you know I keep a Wesson on me
Like why they keep doubting on me?
Like I'm not the nigga I'm destined to be
Don't know how to explain to you
But give it some time and I promise you'll see
Imagine a rose when it bloom
I bring the light when I walk in the room
Imma carry my team my back
Twin pistols like Cody and Zack
Let a nigga step up to the plate
I got some homies who uppin' the rake
If you diss put the glock to yo face
Bet he move, he get sprayed like mace

OME at the top, right above it
Bet that glock make 'em flip like a shuvit
He not throwing the hands then he duckin'
Like that pussy boy soft like a muffin
And she throwing it back imma
Like she throwing it back imma touch it
When I get me a mil' imma love it
Imma argue with niggas to flex
Making sure these niggas not next
Install in their head I'm the best
What is sleep, I ain't getting no rest
I can say what I say in a minute
But there's always an end and a finish
I been watching these niggas deplenish
And I know I been making them sick
Punch a nigga then take off his ricks
Punch a nigga then
Stupid nigga got hit for a
Fuck, oh my fucking god bro

DEPLXO

March 1st // 12:00am
Artwork by Gloxiey
Produced by Koichi
Mixed & Mastered by Dolor

Lyrics:
Uh
I been lonely in my room, uh
I don't got nobody, little thottie fell in love with the crew, uh
My body, her body, feels nice but the love is never true, uh
I don't like how it feels, wanna change, but I don't know what to do, uh
Imma drink to the pain, uh
You can tell me how you see it, giving hope but in my head it feels the same, uh
Have you ever tried to die but couldn't do it, I just don't know who I am, uh
I just don't know who I am, uh
Renashia, not again

Got nobody, little thottie fell in love with the crew
My body, her body, feels nice but the love is never true
I don't like how it feels, wanna change, but I don't know what to do

Pray for me
Why you put your faith in me
Blood parade
No you can't escape from me

Skeletxn Cxffin

March 1st // 12:00am
Artwork by Gloxiey
Produced by Twstr
Mixed & Mastered by Dolor

Lyrics:
Yuh, aye
Laugh to the bank cause I know that I'm good
These niggas mad cause they wish that they could
I might two step when I walk in yo hood
Grabba and leaf what I roll in that wood
Spin through the block we ain't making no sound
Hunting for niggas with scent like a hound
She wanna lick on the dick like a uh
Spin on the dick like a merry go round
These niggas soft and they know they ain't bout it
Said he a killer but nigga I doubt it
Nigga a bitch you can look in his eye
Ready for war, he ain't ready to die
Send about five and I send about ten
Fighting my demons I feel like I'm Ken
I got a glock on my hip with a drum
Niggas like dummies we shoot 'em for fun

Alex  McQueens for the shoes and the fit
They say I'm bad cause I don't give a shit
Why you so close you get hit in this bit
Off of the 'migos we lit in this bit
Off of the 'migos you know that I'm drunk
Know that I'm, know that I'm getting it crunk
I still remember when you was a
I still remember when I was alone
Niggas be mad cause I don't give a fuck
I spilled the wok, you can suck on my nut, fuck
I put the blade in his gut
I'm on fuck shit when I hop out the cut, uh
Walk in this bih, I might stomp in this bih
Better not run when we hop out the whip
Better not scream when we, uh
I up the glock and put 3 in yo hip

Yuh, aye
Laugh to the bank cause I know that I'm good
These niggas mad cause they wish that they could
I might two step when I walk in yo hood
Grabba and leaf what I roll in that wood
Spin through the block we ain't making no sound
Hunting for niggas with scent like a hound
She wanna lick on the dick like a uh
Spin on the dick like a merry go round
These niggas soft and they know they ain't bout it
Said he a killer but nigga I doubt it
Nigga a bitch you can look in his eye
Ready for war, he ain't ready to die
Send about five and I send about ten
Fighting my demons I feel like I'm Ken
I got a glock on my hip with a drum
Niggas like dummies we shoot 'em for fun

REMINA

March 1st // 12:00am
Produced by Samo & Blokklist
Artwork by Gloxiey
Mixed & Mastered by Vythe

Lyrics:
Fuck, damn
I don't wanna be down on this road again
I don't wanna be hurt when I lose a friend
I put all my thoughts in this pen again
You support but it don't mean you know me
Hate the new so you wish for the old me
We got problems I'm keeping it lowkey
I'm no saint but I know imma sin again
Damn, I cant tell if it's love or its hate
Imma stand on all ten like a renegade
I can withdraw the pistol, I demonstrate
I put shots in yo kidney, so test yo fate
I don't argue ain't none of this for debate
You can look in my eyes and can see I'm real
I don't know if you're, fuck

I could put all our bullshit in the past
Can you be honest nigga what's the word
All of that lying shit be for the birds
You wasn't solid really left me hurt
I was alone, I had no one to call
Sat on the floor with no hope and I bawled
I'm toting blades in my hand get you mauled
I can't explain all the shit that I saw
Ain't no real love in the rise and the fall
I put the glock 45 to his throat
I blast that shit, he a bitch let 'em choke
Said you about it step up to the plate
When I lock on you there ain't no escape
I got a lot of bad shit on my mind
Its been too much I don't know if I'm
Its been too, Its been too much I don't know if I'm fine
Disassociated, no sense of time

Back up, huh
All that shit talk get yo racks up, huh
Why do you hate, what you mad for, huh
Run up on me got that shit tuck, huh
I don't wan' go through bullshit anymore
I done lost bros that hurt me to the core
Think witcho dick got set up by a whore
We put that pussy nigga to the floor
We send that dumbass nigga to the morgue
Bitch, he wasn't really ready for the war
Bitch, I put a bullet through a nigga face
Bitch, I bet that heater burn him like sum mace

When I walk in imma step in this bitch
Fuck what you heard I'm the best in this bitch
You niggas soft I wont stress in this bitch
Rip bro, shoutout X in this bitch
Tec-9 bust imma empty the clip
Ice on my neck and there's ice on my wrist
Fuck what she say, she can suck on my dick
Yeah, yeah
I put that boy in the dirt lil boy, wait
I put that boy  in a hearse lil boy, wait
You wanna box, you get worked lil boy, hey
Rocking these niggas like Kurt lil boy
All these bum ass niggas got me fucked up
Put that blade to his gut now his tummy tuck
All this ice on my wrist got me soaking up
If we talking 'bout money and music bitch I'm gonna run it
Run it up, run it up
113 nigga, suck my dick

Renegade

March 1st // 12:00am
Artwork by Gloxiey
Produced by 1sgoon
Mixed & Mastered by Dolor

Lyrics:
It's so hard to tell you thoughts that's in my head so
I wrote, you a song so you can understand oh
I'm not perfect, girl you know I mess up
I don't wanna be the one to stress ya
I been overthinking, I'm a mess girl
And it's making me cry

I been thinking of stories in my head
I'm tryna find a reason of how I got with you
It's all in my head, I
The time I
The time I spent with you

It's so hard to tell you thoughts that's in my head so
I wrote, you a song so you can understand oh
I'm not perfect, girl you know I mess up
I don't wanna be the one that's stress ya
I been overthinking, I'm a mess girl
And it's making me cry

Illusion vs Reality

March 1st // 12:00am
Artwork by Gloxiey
Mixed & Mastered by Dolor

Lyrics:
I just wanna love her
I don't want you to suffer
Girl I know you heard about me
Each other
You and me together
Treat you better
Get you wetter
Uh, uh

I just, I just wanna love her
I don't, want you to suffer
Girl I, girl I know you heard about me
We just need each other
You and, you and me together
I can, I can treat you better
I can, I can get you wetter
I know he can't do no better

Fuck that, fuck that shit just set me free
I just wanted you and me
Buy my, buy my girl a diamond ring
Fuck them niggas that's subbin' me
Babygirl don't you think this insanity
Without you, I been losing my sanity
She gon' shoot if I tell no empathy
Her love medicine, use it my remedy
Imma use her, I will not abuse her
For the good, boy I don't lose her
Man you niggas talk shit but don't do it
Imma hit his bitch ass with a Ruger
I could get you knocked off if I wanted to
Boy my girl keep a glock in her fanny too
Bend the block he get shot in the avenue
Rob the nigga, we counting sum revenue

I just, I just wanna love her
I don't, want you to suffer
Girl I, girl I know you heard about me
We just need each other
You and, you and me together
I can, I can treat you better
I can, I can get you wetter
I know he can't do no better

antidote¹³

March 1st // 12:00am
Artwork by Gloxiey
Mixed & Mastered by Dolor

Lyrics:
Yuh, Thirteen in this bih
Damn, bad bih I might take her out to Tokyo
I won't tell a lie but I'm selfish like Pinocchio
Imma stack my money real high
Like the empire
She wan' taste my neck with a bite
Like a vampire
I been in the stu' everyday I been cooking shit
I been bad as hell, since a jit I been hitting licks
Damn, why niggas always hating for
I don't really care, I get money, lemme get some more

Yuh, old bitches on my dick now
They see that I got clout, they spinning back, let's take flick now
Worked a nine to five but I quit, I get paid to talk
Pour promethazine in my sprite, bitch I'm sippin' wok
My life like 2020, you can see the vision
Call me lil rocket I been on a mission
Baby I'm not one these niggas I don't play these games
How his fit so fye but on the real he lame
Diamonds on my wrist, you know they glisten
Diamonds on my neck, wet like water so I'm swimming
New hobby, I just fell in love with counting bands
Yuh, I might leave the house with racks all in my pants

Bad bih I might take her out to Tokyo
I won't tell a lie but I'm selfish like Pinocchio
Imma stack my money real high
Like the empire
She wan' taste my neck with a bite
Like a vampire
I been in the stu' everyday I been cooking shit
I been bad as hell, since a jit I been hitting licks
Damn why niggas always hating for
I don't really care, I get money, lemme get some more

Out to Tokyo

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

Illusion vs Reality

XiiiDolor

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