September 15th // 12:00am
Prod. Sikkboy Kiddie

XXERA (feat. Caeisdead)

November 3rd // 12:00am
Artwork by Nateswrld333

Lyrics:
And I’m like what the fuck imma lift off
All that shit that you do got me pissed off
You a bitch, you a punk, bruh you too soft
Imma split ya wig back, you a goofball
Nigga back the fuck up, bitch im too raw
Spent a whole rack at the damn mall
Alexander Mcqueen and Ksubis bitch
Moose the knuckles, im rocking sum trueys bitch
You can suck my dick, i dont give a fuck
Took ya lil hoe, told her back it up
She gon ride on my dick, till its in her gut
Said she love me, she tweakin, just wanna fuck
Man I don’t got the time for the bullshit
Off to myself like a misfit
I can slide through yo block like a ripstick
If I dont got knock, get yo ribs kicked 

Fuck what you say
I got rich nigga bank
I got racks in the safe
Rep yo set like what you say?
Nigga fuck what you bang
Get the fuck like you cant hang
Feel my wraith like feel my pain
Any pussy getting slain
(2x)

Bohemian

Prod. Kevin Katana 
December 21st // 12:00am
Artwork by EKEB_961

Jehovah (feat. Kuhsigh)

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 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

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

May 9th // 6:58pm
Mixed & Mastered by Dolor & Samo
All platforms 

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)

June 7th // 7:09pm
Mixed & Mastered by Dolor
All platforms soon

Lyrics:
i don’t wanna think about you
do you ever think about me?
its been hard to breathe, im drowning 
running from my problems i can never find a way out

im always in the wrong
i don’t wanna do this all alone
you never wanna check up or thought of to hit my phone
mentals been so ill and i dont know if ill be
its been hard to find a good reason to just be strong

you wouldn’t walk a mile in my shoes yea
you wouldn’t know what to do yea

i don’t wanna think about you
do you ever think about me?
its been hard to breathe, im drowning 
running from my problems i can never find a way out

CATACOMB

July 12th // 12:04am
Produced by Gloomyy808
Mixed & Mastered by Dolor 
All platforms 
#13 #113 (ILY)

CELEBRES // 113

August 23rd // 12:00am
Produced by Die Perry
Mixed & Mastered by Dolor
All platforms
#13 #113 (ILY)

Lyrics:

Lately i can’t tell who’s being real
I been on some shit
Put my trust into the gen 5
Boy I can't trust no bitch
Momma told me focus on the paper 
Stay up out them streets
But if a nigga try to play me 
Drop his ass right on the street

Online niggas always wanna talk but don’t know shit about me
Put this music check on his head and make that boy a bounty
Don’t why they play with me
Niggas know I step on shit
Boy I'm just like Elsa with glock bitch imma let it go

Niggas always beefin bout a bitch
Man that shit hurt my soul
I would never sell out for some pussy
Switch up on the bro
Swear I go to war about my niggas
What you do for yours?
You isn't never put in pain boy I can tell you flaw
Yea when you down bad who you trust nigga?
Thought you had some friends them boys ain't give no fuck nigga
Yea grinding for the top this shit never stop
Me and all my bros gon look around like it's just us nigga