Kronik's third project and debut mixtape, The Kronik features a relatively mainstream sound with a heavy focus on collaboration and throwback type beats. Featuring several MTL artists as well as bigger names thanks to Kronik's collab with Anno Domini Nation. 
Executive Produced by Anno Domini Nation & nevermind.

The Kronik

Featuring @taconvm
Intro - Kronik
Yuh
Been sippin on this Disaronno
Fuck them pigs, fuck 12
Yuh
Fuck
Yo, fuck 12
(Ayo Di Luca, burn that shit up)
First Verse - Kronik
Fuck 12, y’all say you protect and serve?
Y'all motherfuckers really getting on my nerves
Beating up the young and weak, man this shit is fuckin bleak
Police officers everywhere, they don’t have a fucking care
Weaponized state violence, “You have the right to remain silent”
Read me my Miranda rights bitch, before me myself get violent
Watch me start a riot, shut this whole fuckin system down, yeah I might just try it
And yeah lowkey Jewish, no I don’t fuck with pork
Cuz that shit ain’t kosher, that means I don’t fuck with pigs
Smoking on that fed pack, yuh I ain’t smoking rigs 
Shoot a cop in my new digs, yuh, bacon fried pigs, yuh
Might catch a charge, but you know that shit getting dropped
Might fuck around in court but you know the feds my opp
You pigs better fuckin stop, before your ass get chopped
I link up with my plug get chopped
Ounce a half, white powder, and some pills to pop
And when I’m geeked it’s still fuck 12
Chorus – Kronik & nevermind
Fuck 12
Fuck 12
Fuck 12
Fuck 12
Fuck 12 (fuck)
Fuck 12 (fuck)
Fuck 12 (fuck)
Second Verse - nevermind
Fuck 12, yuh (Uh)
Fuck 12, yuh (Uh)
Fuck 12, yuh (Uh)
Fuck 12, yuh (Uh)
Fucked a bad bitch she imported straight from hell
I'm tryna link so imma hit you like a bell
I got too much on my mind, if I air it out they gone riot, scream, and tell
Scream and tell, bitch! I don't got time for a bitch,
Corporate, call you 6ix9ine, like a snitch, ayy!
Plead the fifth, you'll end with some stitch
Call of Duty with the diamond camo, can you tell I'm rich?
I CUT YOU OFF CUZ YOU ACT LIKE A HOE
WHY DID YOU TALK TO KIDS BRO
WHY DID YOU CHEAT ON YOUR EX HOE
WHY DO YOU BEG TO GET PEGGED AYO
HOW COME YOU WERE ACTING FAKING BO?
Do you feel safe behind this knife, bro?
I know it's fuck 12, but they need to lock you up bro
Ridin' around the city, dodgin 12 like it ain't nun
I see the police go left so I take a right, hun
Smoke so much I can't feel it in my lungs
Call up Kronik tell the boy we need to get to work son
Call up Matt tell him there's no limit to the bread son
Don't stop my grind, if any of my boys get hit up by the cops we still out here screamin
Chorus – Kronik & nevermind
Fuck 12
Fuck 12
Fuck 12
Fuck 12
Fuck 12 (fuck)
Fuck 12 (fuck)
Fuck 12 (fuck)
Third Verse - Kronik
Yuh
You don’t respect no civil rights
You only respect the rich and white
Violently repressing the people’s fight
Shooting students with rubber bullets
You pigs better duck, we got some real ones for ya
But I need a strap I might steal one from ya
How the fuck you gon attack a journalist? 
8 riot cops for one white boy, you really proud of this?
I bet the streets would be safer without so many fuckin pigs (Ayy)
1, 2, 3, 4 
Time to even up the score
5,6,7,8 
No limit to my cop hate
9,10,11,12
Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
Ayy, AYYYYYY!

Credits
Produced By Di Luca Beats
Primary Artists: Kronik & nevermind
Mixed By nevermind
Written By Noah Kaufman, Alexis Zumaran-Sanchez, Matthieu Davies & Jeremie Besson
Release Date: May 24, 2024

Fuck 12 (ft. nevermind)

Intro
Yuh
On that MTL shit
514, 438
(Ayo Di Luca burn that shit up)
Come to my city, yuh

Hook
My bitch bilingual, MTL type shit
Met her at the club, she bad as hell type shit
Gucci socks, Ricky docs, yeah I swiped it
Hit it geeked off the pill, yeah she liked it
All over the island, yeah, we gon transmit
Don’t press my squad nah don’t try shit
Runnin shit from Anjou to De-Bellevue
High up in the clouds man let me tell you

First Verse
We Canadian, but that don’t mean we polite
MTL streets, they real different late at night
Walking around, 4AM, feeling real uptight 
Might be this loud, yuh (Ayy), it might be this dirty Sprite
This shit lowkey dirty it’s gon take away my sight 
Ain’t walking straight no more, fuck, will I make it home tonight?
See the feds drive by, you know what I recite (fuck 12)
Where I’m going now, I’m so fuckin fried
I pray to god my plug can still provide 
If not, you could say I fuckin died, Ayy
If I die, just know he fuckin lied, Ayy 
If I die just know I fuckin tried, Ayy

Hook
My bitch bilingual, MTL type shit
Met her at the club, she bad as hell type shit
Gucci socks, Ricky docs, yeah I swiped it
Hit it geeked off the pill, yeah she liked it
All over the island, yeah, we gon transmit
Don’t press my squad nah don’t try shit
Runnin shit from Anjou to De-Bellevue
High up in the clouds man let me tell you

Second Verse
If you grew up where I'm from, you'd know about Fairview
So much security they a need a ground crew (12)
SPVM didn't get no shoutout on Fuck 12 (nah)
Cuz they amateurs, wannabe American pigs
Mostly a bunch of just out of school kids
In my city we do whatever the fuck we want
We respectful though, serve you a croissant
I wanna go hiking, please, take me to me Vermont
Just need to leave the city sometimes, while I do have pride
Legault tryna ruin this province, I just can't let that slide
They might've done it now my hands are fuckin tied
I think this province would be better if the CAQ just fuckin died
Might move to the 6ix, if my wish is denied (Bye)

Hook
My bitch bilingual, MTL type shit
Met her at the club, she bad as hell type shit
Gucci socks, Ricky docs, yeah I swiped it
Hit it geeked off the pill, yeah she liked it
All over the island, yeah, we gon transmit
Don’t press my squad nah don’t try shit
Runnin shit from Anjou to De-Bellevue 
High up in the clouds man let me tell you

Credits
Produced By Di Luca Beats
Primary Artist: Kronik
Mixed By nevermind
Written By Noah Kaufman
Release Date: June 28, 2024

MTL Type Shit

Intro
Yeah
Shit lowkey fucked up
Lost some people you know, they just
(Classik you crazy)
[Part 1]
Hook – Kronik & nevermind
Lost some friends, yeah shit really fucked up
Losing friends to me really feel like a breakup
Missing the times we used to link up
Sometimes I pray that we make up
Now I really need me a pick me up
Might drink some liquor to get fucked up
Now I’ve gotta pour this lean right in my cup
Heart so cold cuz you switched up

First Verse - Kronik
Gonna take this track to talk about my trauma
Abandonment issues, yeah so much drama
So many left me in the cold yuh, need me some marijuana
Didn’t know how friendships can crash so quickly
We were cool yesterday, now you hate me clearly
Feelin fucked up cuz it feels like you fuckin tricked me
Now I gotta light up and fill my lungs with this sticky
He was into me, gave me all them hickies
Crazy that we fell out like we did, severely
Though I know I fucked up, I meant that sincerely 
Got blocked again tho, that shit left me feelin chilly 
My heart so cold now so I gotta rack up a millly

Hook – Kronik & nevermind
Lost some friends, yeah shit really fucked up
Losing friends to me really feel like a breakup
Missing the times we used to link up
Sometimes I pray that we make up
Now I really need me a pick me up
Might drink some liquor to get fucked up
Now I’ve gotta pour this lean right in my cup
Heart so cold cuz you switched up

Second Verse – nevermind
Why did you switch up on me, without you I can’t breathe
Girl it feels like an eternity, now you act like it was never we
But I got voices in my mind, reminding me about all the times
Now you moved on and I’m not the guy
Missing late night calls till the sunrise
Stopped the Prozac cuz I didn’t like the highs
Pourin up shots to forget all the lies
Heart so broke you can see it in my eyes
Never felt this pain I guess it’s my first time

[Part 2]
Third Verse – Kronik
Yuh
What?
Gonna switch up on y’all real quick
What we gonna do Kronik?
Ayy, Ayyy, AYYYY
Lied to you, nothing new, turn his ass to barbeque
My crew yuh, it voodoo, might turn my one chain to two
Stacking bands to the max, yes I am a rich jew
Fuck around, get turnt up, like me and Matt in Cebu
Motherfuckers switched up, some tried to get beefed up
Try fucking with me and your ass end up stitched up
Motherfuckers be different than who they playing in the club

Fourth Verse – nevermind
Hold up Kronik we gotta slide on these folks
Killing motherfuckers ain’t got time for these hoes
Pull up to his house now the whole city knows
Dropped some unfished shit, we not friends we some foes
Hating on the boy but now you see his numbers grow (they going up)
What you got on Kronik, bad decisions on your girl? What we got on you will really make you fold, talking shit about my bros you know that I told, if she hears about MTELUS I know that her heart will get cold

Fifth Verse – Kronik & nevermind
You know I fuck with witches, but some of them some bitches, yuh
That boy thought he was tough, said he'd put me in some ditches, yuh
Pussy all talk, but that war already over, yuh
Shoutout to the one who's place I used to sleepover, yuh
Until you left when my depression took over, huh
I'm tryna link, just need me some closure
If I really go back the root of my trauma
Of people switching up, my fear of drama
Might be the girl that put me on Barotrauma
Don’t get me started with that boy on stream, he fucking with other girls while his ex in the call (why you doing that)
We know you got all them issues go back to stealing all them coats in the mall (what?)

Credits
Produced By Classik & Triheart
Primary Artists: Kronik & nevermind
Mixed By nevermind
Written By Noah Kaufman & Alexis Zumaran-Sanchez
Release Date: June 28, 2024

Switched Up (ft. nevermind)

Lyrics

Intro
Yuh
Kronik
We out here
Making music
Welcome 
Let me tell you a lil story
About my life
(Triheart go hard)

First Verse
Been almost 2 years, since the ket and the knife 
Never knew selling a line could cause me so much strife 
Shit fucked me up, I can’t really lie
Love turned to hate, old friends fiending on my supply
I was alone with Addiction, depression, I wanted to die
So I spent a whole year straight getting motherfuckin high (Fried)
I got sober in September, things finally looking up
Hooked on journalism shit, felt like it might turn my luck 
Then I lost my job, nah what the fuck? (Nah)
Relapsed on the dope, but I’m broke now not a single buck
Times like that, yeah it really felt like I was stuck
And so my struggle continued, yeah, I might as well get drunk

Hook
This is my struggle 
Too much on my mind, yeah this shit too much to juggle
Sometimes it feels like my life gon turn to some rubble
Pour that drink in my cup, yeah make that shit a double
And I ain’t tryna be subtle, might just look for some trouble 
Just need me some love yeah just need me a girl to cuddle
I just hope I get out of this tunnel
Looking for a light, baby please end my struggle, please end this struggle

Second Verse
Gotta meet new people but I lowkey be shy,
So I pop these drugs and I go to the sky (Mhm)
Smoked some dope yeah that shit kinda nice
Tried some shrooms, bad tripped my first time (Yuh)
Tried it again, man that shit was sublime
Acid now, wowwwwwww
Poppin molly getting geeked up at Matt’s crib (Ayy)
19 poppin drugs, that shit wasn’t no fib 
Ketamine lowkey fucked me up, horsin around, playin tunes, no drink in my cup
Taking bars for fun but they mainly to comedown
Nitrous oxide really took away my frown
Kratom made me sick, blacked out, fuck that shit (fuck it)
Took some speed at the spot by the tracks (Traxide)
Turnt up yeah my whole squad took it to the max
Now we lowkey poppin oxys and percs,
30 make me feel great, every single time 
Can’t fuck around, might be my demise

Hook
This is my struggle 
Too much on my mind, yeah this shit too much to juggle
Sometimes it feels like my life gon turn to some rubble
Pour that drink in my cup, yeah make that shit a double
And I ain’t tryna be subtle, might just look for some trouble 
Just need me some love yeah just need me a girl to cuddle
I just hope I get out of this tunnel
Looking for a light, baby please end my struggle, please end this struggle

Outro
Yuh
Shit lookin up though
Got a new job, pays pretty well
Making music
Turning up
Summertime
Life kinda good, lowkey, can't complain right now
Let me just light up real quick though

Credits
Produced By Triheart & Sence
Primary Artist: Kronik
Mixed By nevermind
Written By Noah Kaufman & Alexis Zumaran-Sanchez
Release Date: June 28, 2024

The Struggle

Featuring @gbpdeeko
Lyrics
First Verse - Kronik
Just bought some exotic, we gon see some real highs
4 ounces in the trunk, nah did 12 drive by
Hit up another plug, now I'm looking for the prize
Phone just rang up, it's one of my guys
He got got an allegation, we gon need to cut ties
Speakers on loud making hella noise
Finally at the plug now imma go shopping
Yo my man, what do you be chopping? 
30s, wock, xans, this shit'll have me nodding
The way this shit got me feelin man
it really jaw dropping, now I'm nodding
let my homie take the wheel now imma pull up to the spot
If I hit this bed yuh I'm about to rot
Link up with Deeko (Ayyyy) let's go hit the stu
Record some hits while I'm off this 30 blue
Fuck this shit up with my whole crew
Fuck this shit up yeah we two jews
Fuck this shit up yeah you already knew, Ayy

Second Verse – gbp deeko
I’m finna fuck this shit up with my brother, gotta side bitch she stay undercover
If I ain’t got the glock then you finna need the cutter, walk inside the shop with nuthin then I came out with a hunnid
Why the fuck she on my line if she ain’t tryna get to fuckin, why the fuck he acting tough when we all know that he ain’t thuggin
I ain’t coppin that Rollie if that bitch ain’t bussin, that bitch she gon slide me and fuck me and my friends man that’s not an assumption
Haven’t you noticed from the way that she’s moving, bro it’s confusing, if that’s not your bitch can’t lie you look stupid
She out with her friends but she don’t know what she be doing
We tried to talk to you but that shit was useless, so fuck it we pouring this drank we polluting
80 round drum to his head and I’ll point it and run it cuz my guys ain’t know for the shooting

Third Verse – Kronik & gbp deeko
They known for the bussin, we pourin up lean, we pourin up Tussin
We ain’t Ukrainian, we smoking on Russians
Pour up the pink and this shit got me buggin
Make my vocals sound good I put in the plugin
Had to fix with the Rollie the time with the function
Fuckin around on that Whydah production
Fuckin around with a bitch to make money (Yuh)
Fuck that boy talking tough, he really funny
Shoutout my OG, I’m screaming free Bunny
Production be better than Digital Sonny
Smoking Russian Creams mixed it in with honey
Just snorted some shit my nose fuckin runny
Just smoked a whole zip don’t even feel nun
Just linked with my bro he a real one
If you come on this rap bitch be ready to kill sum

Credits
Produced By 1Whydah 
Primary Artists: Kronik & gbp deeko
Mixed By nevermind
Written By Noah Kaufman & Dylan Kaufman
Release Date: June 7, 2024

Exotic (ft. deeko)

Lyrics

No intro lyrics cuz character limit :(

Hook – Kronik
Out in VD posted up with Perky Potter
Feelin needy for them Perkies nah don’t need no blotter
Pulled the baddest bitch in the club, yeah I really caught her
Fuck my old girl, nah, fuck her, this one way hotter
Fuck my old girl, nah, fuck her, I really forgot her
Let’s fuck around and really do this shit proper
Fuck around in the club might spend some dollars
Fuck around cast some spells like I’m Perky Potter

First Verse – Matt
Perkies in my system, Yeah I’m tryna take risk (what?)
Not saying I wanna die (nuh-uh) just saying that boy at risk (he at risk!)
Might pop a X pill, call me Teen X (Ken Carson?)
Pop a few Oxys but now it’s a mix
Pop another Perky, now what do they call me?
Perky Pottterrrrrrrrr!
Fuck up the scoop, wrap up the shoot
We in Hogwarts, ain’t you too? (magic)
Catch me in the hallways, you know what I’ll do
You don’t have no clue, what I learned to do
While I was this school (magic) we see Dumbledore, and he provides, asking him for Perkies
He never lies, giving us the goods, getting us fried (fried) 
Me and J2, we never switching sides (nope)

Second Verse – J2
Says he catch me lacking but he ducking in the streets
When I up the burner imma make a pussy freeze
No I am not Veeze, but bitch get off my dick
Talking on the net that’ll get your head split
Talking about Lucas, turn your car into a wreck
Been with it since a jit, when I was 13, I hit my first lick with that metal to his back pulled that boy to ran his shit
Spin back to the block in my bag it’s a brick
Where I live, that shit easy to flip
Counting up these hundreds gotta make sure they legit
I’m just aiming to get rich, selling white, take that risk
Feel like Perky Potter, fuck the spells, I use a blick
Posted up in Hogwarts with a beam on my stick
Aiming at his head, you know I never miss
Been jugging since a kid it’s time to get this shit legit
I can never fold, bugging off a Perc sometimes my heartbeat getting cold my brother in the cell that’s cuz he never told

Hook

Third Verse – nevermind
Hitting blinkers in my room you know I can’t handle it
Throw up in the bathroom cuz you know I can’t handle it
Chilling with these people you know I cannot handle it it’s like fighting demons you know I’m at my limit
We out here in VD with Matt Perky Potter, posted up with Kronik, J2, Deeko you know we go harder
Too much liquor in my cup I might end up deceased, but it’s cuz you know we never tasted defeat
5AM pop a Perky put my ass to sleep, people on my phone talking shit about my team
Slow down time when I take a sip of this lean, might smoke a pack of rigs tonight you know I’m a fiend (bitch!)

Fourth Verse – gbp deeko
I just popped a blue, tell me what you wanna do
Hop inside my coup, what I’m smoking? That’s gorilla glue
Double Gs up on my waist yo bitch see me she act the fool
Try keep up, no you can’t this ain’t a race don’t keep up with my crew
Huh, like do not get it confused
I got a chopper on me if he try hit a lick then I put his ass on the news
I got a draco on me with extended clip, don’t even more than a bruise
Yeah, that’s prolly gon kill you quick
Just popped me a Perky I miss what it do to the Wock but I can’t even feel this shit
My bro he just hit me and told me pull to the spot yeah I’m finna kill this shit
And sending some shots at your top but he can’t miss, cuz I got a scope on the blick
This bitch wanna pull up and flirt, I told that bitch no, but that bitch can choke on a dick

Hook

Credits
Produced By Fantom
Primary Artists: Kronik, Matt, J2, nevermind & gbp deeko
Mixed By nevermind
Written By Noah Kaufman, Matthieu Davies, Jeremie Besson, Alexis Zumaran-Sanchez & Dylan Kaufman
Release Date: June 28, 2024

Perky Potter (ft. Matt, J2, nevermind & deeko)

This is Houston, go ahead
Yuh, ay
Yeah I like this beat this shit lowkey fire
Ay, ay, ayy!

Turn up till I drop, ay, I never fuckin stop, ay
Yeah she gave me top, ay, gave me that real slop, ay
Put that powder on the tray, yeah you know I chop, ay
Can never drop a flop, ay, words to my opps, ay
Only dropping bops, yeah, I’m really chasing hits
Only wearing fine drip, yeah, I only wear nice fits 
Bartend serving drinks, you know I only make big tips
Booted off this X, yeah come meet me in the pits 

Meet me in pits, yuh, I’m feeling this bliss, yuh
Booted off the pill, yeah, you know I never miss, yuh (ay)
Give my girl a kiss, sweet like Chocolate Swiss, yuh
Don’t you try to diss, nah, don’t talk about no ditch, nah
Fuckin with me now I gotta send him to the abyss, yuh
Geeking out like Hunter Biden at my fucking show
When I get home I’ll be nodding, call me Sleepy Joe
Go back out, turn back up, skiing in some snow
Now we in the club, doing blow with Willem Dafoe
He selling me that gas, that’s why they call him Green Goblin
Call me a munch, the way I see pussy I be gobbling 
Bagged me a new baddie, so bad she be modelling 
You know I’ll only date if you got good fashion
Make sure she got that drip before I get to smashing
If she wear designer too, pull up with fits be matching 
If she geek up too, only one thing left to do, ay

Turn up till I drop, ay, I never fuckin stop, ay
Yeah she gave me top, ay, gave me that real slop, ay
Put that powder on the tray, yeah you know I chop, ay
Can never drop a flop, ay, words to my opps, ay
Only dropping bops, yeah, I’m really chasing hits
Only wearing fine drip, yeah, I only wear nice fits 
Bartend serving drinks, you know I only make big tips
Booted off this X, yeah come meet me in the pits 

Never stop, uh, never fuckin stop, uh
Never fuckin stop (ay) till I’m up on top, ay
Been a minute since May Day but it’s still fuck the cops
Been a minute since the drama but it’s still fuck my opps
Give me my props, yuh
Call me Ken Carson, how I’m fucking on my bitch in my Rick Owens sock
Turning up these crowds, got me feeling like a rock
Star, but I’m rapping, not rocking, call me a wockstar
Got rizz like Rasputin got me feeling like a tsar
Only popping x and blue, can’t be doing no bar
Me and my squad to the top yeah we going so far
Never stopping this shit until I’m a superstar

Turn up till I drop, ay, I never fuckin stop, ay
Yeah she gave me top, ay, gave me that real slop, ay
Put that powder on the tray, yeah you know I chop, ay
Can never drop a flop, ay, words to my opps, ay
Only dropping bops, yeah, I’m really chasing hits
Only wearing fine drip, yeah, I only wear nice fits 
Bartend serving drinks, you know I only make big tips
Booted off this X, yeah come meet me in the pits 

Credits
Produced By fantom
Primary Artist: Kronik
Mixed By nevermind
Written By Noah Kaufman
Release Date:  November 8, 2024

TILL I DROP

Lyrics
(Fantom)
Open it up
Open it up
Open that shit up, AYY!

Leaving my crib, you know I need a nice fit
Shit's worth more than your car, fine ass drip
Squad linking up to sesh we gon get lit
Pass me that spliff quick, Gon need to take a hit
That boy is really sick, he might have COVID
Don't carry no stick, might still hit that lick,
Back in Japan, didn’t have no forks, it was only chopsticks
Back in Thailand smoking gas, didn't need no nic
Been around the world but it wasn't for nun
Sometimes I really feel like I gotta run
But I'm back now, fuck y'all I'm really here to stay
You know I'm chopping this shit up like I'm fuckin Bobby Flay
BRAT should've went number one, it's still fuck Tay-Tay
Roll that bitch, smoke her, now she on my ashtray
Real vamp, don't like being awake in the day
Sometimes shit get dramatic, like I'm on fuckin broadway
But I know it's in my mind, I just feel that way
Shooting out these bars like a chopper spray, AYY!

Open it up 
Open it up
Fuck this up
Turn it up
Fill up my cup
Pour me up
Let's get geeked, yuh
Pop my shit, yuh pop my shit
Open it 
Open it 
Open that pit 
Open that pit
Open that pit
OPEN THAT SHIT UP
AYYY!

[gbp deeko]
Sick, off of the drank, way too high
Run up on me, send shots to his head like no kapp bullets at his head gone fly
Got glock on my side, I got glock on my Louis bag
Bitch you shooting at me, bitch I’m shooting back
Had the drank way too much he had a heart attack
Fuck your SRT can’t catch up with starter pack
Fuck your SRT can’t catch up with me
All my dogs is some shooters they shooting from deep
I got a pill put your ass right to sleep
Paranoid bought the X boy I can’t even sleep
Running the vet tryna run from the police
Too many pills on me they got me beat
Fuck I might pullover up on the street
I might just fuck on your bitch on the week
I might just fuck on your bitch and then take her out 
That bitch just fucked one of mine I can’t dick her down
Run up on me I might hit you down, AK on me and a gun and I stand around
Clip, I put that boy in a ditch, sipping on triss
Swerve off whippin SRT, can’t catch up with this whip
Way too much lean out the gate got me sick
808 kicking as loud as it gets
I pop a xanny I swear cuz I’m tryna forget
Beat on the chopper rich like Ginette (?)
Why the fuck he only talk on the net
Why the fuck he only sip on the tec
I only sip on that purple, you sip on that thirty, shit brody it’s not making sense

[Kronik]
Open it up 
Open it up
Fuck this up
Turn it up
Fill up my cup
Pour me up
Let's get geeked, yuh
Pop my shit, yuh pop my shit
Open it 
Open it 
Open that pit 
Open that pit
Open that pit
OPEN THAT SHIT UP
AYYY!

Credits
Produced By Fantom
Primary Artists: Kronik & gbp deeko
Mixed By nevermind & drxzys
Written By Noah Kaufman & Dylan Kaufman
Release Date: November 8, 2024

OPEN IT UP (ft. deeko)

Kronik
Still making music
We boutta switch it up this time though
I got some rage shit for y’all, we gone turn up for real this time
Ayyyyyy, yuh
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, turn up!

Poppin hella pills, got me feeling like a wockstar
Now we cracking seals, got me feeling like a wockstar
Poppin out on stage got me feeling like a wockstar
In the stu feeling rage, feeling like a wockstar
Doing this solo, just me, my team, my engineer
Kronik we back and only do this shit top tier
Rapping not rocking, don't call me no rockstar
The way I turn up in the booth, call me a fucking wockstar

Started poppin pills, now I'm counting up my bills
Ecstacy thrills, that shit really gave me chills, uh
Partying in the hills, but I ain't talking Hollywood
I'm talking Mont Royal, MTL come to my hood, uh
MTL, fuck em up, we roll em in a wood, uh
Fuckin with my city, bitch? You really never should, uh
When I cook up (uh) you know I cook that shit up good, uh
Serving base on a fancy ass plate, yuh
I say bon appetit after them fiends all ate, ay
Hollywood hills that shit really be my fate
How the fuck could I ever be straight?
And who the fuck are you to care about who the fuck I date?
And I treat my shorty good like fuck Andrew Tate
Off these drugs and good music I be feelin so great
I be bored as fuck because my plug making me wait, ay
It’s still shout out to my plug, his shit got me feelin no hate

Poppin hella pills, got me feeling like a wockstar
Now we cracking seals, got me feeling like a wockstar
Poppin out on stage got me feeling like a wockstar
In the stu feeling rage, feeling like a wockstar
Doing this solo, just me, my team, my engineer
Kronik we back and only do this shit top tier
Rapping not rocking, don't call me no rockstar
The way I turn up in the booth, call me a fucking wockstar

Yo, yo, imma need a little bit more of that purple shit before we continue
Yo nevermind you got me?
Shit here you go bro
Ah
Uh, that wock is fire yo

Poppin hella pills, got me feeling like a wockstar
Now we cracking seals, got me feeling like a wockstar
Poppin out on stage got me feeling like a wockstar
In the stu feeling rage, feeling like a wockstar
Doing this solo, just me, my team, my engineer
Kronik we back and only do this shit top tier
Rapping not rocking, don't call me no rockstar
The way I turn up in the booth, call me a fucking wockstar

Credits
Produced By Julian Ceasar
Primary Artist: Kronik
Mixed By nevermind & Matt
Written By Noah Kaufman
Release Date: November 8, 2024

WOCK$TAR

Lyrics
Uh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Huh, huh, huh, huh huh huh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, turn up
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh yuh yuh

Don’t serve special just put it up my nose, yuh
If you want some loud pack, just let me know, uh
Give me a verse and imma smoke you off, uh
Give me a pill and imma blast off, uh
Give me a call, gotchu with that perfect handoff
Smoking my gas it gone make really you cough, uh
Kd up in the party got me feeling like I ain’t even there
Popping 30s from the pharmacy, like that shit lowkey rare
In the studio I be bumping that special K
Snorting powder, fuck poppers, but I still be lowkey gay
Floating through this shit, nighttime feeling like it’s day
Deeko hop on this track real quick, like what u gotta say?

[gbp deeko]
Fuck, I got shit shit that you can’t even wear
Hop in the club and the bitches they stare
Buy my bitch Subi mixed it with Chanel
Molly start kicking I like how I feel
Way too off drank boy I can’t even steer
I got a cut, I got some drank in my cut booted up
Shawty she texting cuz she wanna fuck
Can’t wait for checks boy we cutting up
I can’t waste no time got a roll in my blunt
I cannot waste no time with that female the front (you broke)
Yeah you come here (you broke)
Demon inside my city I’m drunk here
Bitch tried to touch my bag and to touch my main bitch
Like can you go jump her?
All of my shots stay green cuz I got a jumper
All of my woods they be hitting they thumper
Rare wood Panama yellow it’s mustard
Bitch so swampy I can’t even trust her
Now run up on me because I got my gun sir
And that lil bih got a switch, I cannot miss
Run up your ass and get put in a ditch

Credits
Produced By tjkatana
Primary Artisst: Kronik & gbp deeko
Mixed By nevermind, Matt & drxzys
Written By Noah Kaufman & Dylan Kaufman
Release Date: November 8, 2024

SPECIAL K (ft. deeko)

Lyrics
[Ace Spectrum]
Love has many sides and many faces, sugar
Any anyone who hurt you can see the traces of love (Of love)
Oh
[gbp deeko]
Lay this in my city, you not fuckin with me
I been sipping too much drank it’s fucking up my kidney
Rolling a wood, on my side I got fifty
I don’t stop shooting till my clip be empty
When I’m with drink I be moving so petty
Swerving off the wock I swear I’m not feddy
Yeah I be cutting my pills, but I do not use fenty
He really try fucking with me, he not ready
I sip too much drank you can tell by my belly
Can’t get hit in your stomach, get shot in your head-y
Rula clip is looking long, spaghetti
Switch on the glock when I bust like a fetty
Bitch got a fat ass she do balleties 
Shit I think I mean Pilates 
Talking spicy in the booth like wasabi
Cutting up a brick I’m using karate
Fucking a bitch, only bitch that I fuck is my shawty
Run up get hit in your body
I’m pouring wocky on wocky so I’m moving extra slutty your bitch wanna top me
But I can’t fuck that bih cuz she a thotty (damn)
Lay this in my city, you not fuckin with me
I been sipping too much drank, I feel it in my kidney

[Kronik]
Keep my money stacking like I’m fuckin Walter White
Keep my bands racking like I’m fuckin Walter White
The bass slapping, cooking like we cracking, call me Walter White
Bowl packing, never caught lacking, feeling like I’m Jesse Pinkman
Off too many drugs now I’m feeling like a sick man
Rocking fit worth a band feeling like a rich man
Smoking gas in my lungs, the fuck you doing off a whippet can, yo what the fuck?

[Bridge – Dash Crofts & RJ Martinez]
Summer breeze makes me feel fine (Turn my mic up for real)
Blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind (I been cooking in the kitchen, I been cooking in the booth, y’all don’t know what’s both) (it’s time to cook)
Summer breeze makes me feel fine (you know that I’m here to renovate my money)
Blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind (Don’t get in my way)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[RJ Martinez]
Walter White’s on sight, making money in the night
Methamphetamine, I’m the greatest that you ever seen
I been serving by all the fiends
Let the chopper sing, start this shit like we start with fr
Fuck with me, cold-hearted is the gang for the heartless
Cold-hearted is the gang for the heartless
Fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with me, fuck with-

[Matt]
Cooking up is pretty cheap, slang this dope and then I reap
The benefits of this business, fucking on your mistress
Shooting at the witness, but I digress
Cooking dope, selling dope, what you gonna do
Keep on talking boy until I make the end of you
Walking, flocking, fucking about, walk that boy down no he won’t shout
Glock in my hand aim at your head, talk too much and you’ll end up dead
[nevermind]
Talk too much and you'll see what we'll do 
Bought them crystal but they more than just blue 
If i snort them up, that’s my life I will lose 
If I end up dead, that’s the path I will choose 
All this heartbreak shit, it’s just pain and abuse 
All the fake friends I just told them goodbye 
Put this weed in my lungs, I’m tryna touch the sky 
Made so many enemies, shit I don’t know why 
That's the type of shit that makes me feel like Walter White 
Yeah like Walter White 
Yeah like Walter White 
I’m like Walter White I hide the money in the walls I’m tryna keep my family set
[Kronik] 
Keep my money stacking like I’m fuckin Walter White
Keep my bands racking like I’m fuckin Walter White
The bass slapping, cooking like we cracking, call me Walter White
Bowl packing, never caught lacking, feeling like I’m Jesse Pinkman
Off too many drugs feeling like I am sick man
Rocking a fit worth a band feeling like a rich man
Smoking gas in my lungs, the fuck you doing off a whippet can, yo what the fuck?

WALTER WHITE (ft. deeko, RJ Martinez, Matt & nevermind)

Lyrics
Yo that shit was turnt as fuck, but, I’m ready to go more
I’m ready to get fucking turnt
Turnt 
Turnt 
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, ayyyyyyyyy, yuh
Turn up, turn up, turn up, turn up, ay

Rock out my show, still ket not blow,
Ever since I lost bro, my heart colder than snow
Ever since I learnt to flow, always on that money grow
Ever since I learnt to flow, my whole life start to glow
Now I’m spending days in the stu cuz this my new life 
Love this shit so much, burnout hits, issa knife
You know imma keep going, it’s the key to my strife
You know imma keep going until I reach that high life

Turn up that crowd, I’m tryna make my fam proud
Turn up in the stu, it’s just what I gotta do
Pop another blue, it’s just what I gotta do, uh
Rapping, turning up, can’t do that shit without my crew, uh
Y’all bitches think y’all know what it means to be turnt?
Try to smoke more in the sesh, your pussy ass end up burnt
Meet me in the pits, you fucking dumb?
Now your ass in the dirt.
Didn’t get here doing nun, no I had to put in work
I’ll go crazy on your song, you just gotta provide that perc
Fuckin with my boys and you gon need to get fucking merked
I’m still that faggot that’s gon buss it down and twerk
And I’m still getting fucked up all day long
Still waking up and first thing ripping my bong
Still questioning is it wrong am I fucking up my life
But it must be right cuz it helps me write my song
I need me some bad bitches in thongs
Need to right my wrongs, need to drop these songs
Need to lock the fuck in cuz I feel like I don’t belong
So now imma build my own fucking throne
Even if I gotta do that shit stone by stone
Don’t mess around when I’m in my fuckin zone
And it better be important if you finna hit my phone
Since I started this in May, I been always known
Not stopping till I’m at the top alone like I’m Chappell Roan

Rock out my show, still ket not blow,
Ever since I lost bro, my heart colder than snow
Ever since I learnt to flow, always on that money grow
Ever since I learnt to flow, my whole life start to glow
Now I’m spending days in the stu cuz this my new life 
Love this shit so much, burnout hits, issa knife
You know imma keep going, it’s the key to my strife
You know imma keep going until I reach that high life

Rock out my show, still ket not blow,
Ever since I lost bro, my heart colder than snow
Ever since I learnt to flow, always on that money grow
Ever since I learnt to flow, my whole life start to glow (turn up)

Credits
Produced By Julian Ceasar
Primary Artist: Kronik
Mixed By nevermind & Matt
Written By Noah Kaufman
Release Date: November 8, 2024

TURNT

Lyrics
Been feeling a certain type of way recently you know
Like, she’s not really my girl yet, but still you know
Lowkey it’s just like, I’m just missing my girl you know like
Shit (classik on the track boy)

Your love like a drug, got me fiending for more
Knocking at your door, cuz my heart feel like its at war
Go back to MTL, feel like I’m about to crash out
So I smoke and pop till my ass pass out
Your love like a drug, girl just need to hang out
Your love like a drug, feel like the end of this draught
Your love like a drug, got me wondering what you thinking about
Your heart, what’s the route?

Went through them highs and lows, it turned me to a Wockstar
When I started rapping, never knew it’d take me so far
When we met for the first time, never knew we’d take it so far
We both be living so far, but we both have no car
Mountains, valleys, rivers, you know they can keep us apart
And I know you used to be a fiend for the cart
It’s OK, me too, now I only need you I can feel in in my heart
Fuck our pasts and our traumas, we deserve a new start 
Feeling a bit more optimistic since I realized it’s mutual
Felt too hard to say goodbye, it wasn’t like usual
Only one way I see you: Beautiful
Feeling like a teenage crush got me feeling so juvenile
She came into my life like an angel with wings
Spending time, now life feeling like endless springs
Drugs like the devil, they call out to me
Thinking about old friends, how things used to be
But I know I don’t need them anymore
Can’t pop more blues, imma end up on the floor
Would never choose to have it any other way
And I’m looking forward to the day, when we’ll finally be in each other’s arms
Can’t believe I fell for all your charms
All the flirting worked I can’t even lie
Saying goodbye that shit really made me cry
Didn’t realize till then you made me feel so high
Knew you felt that way too, I could see it in your eyes
Wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, girl
I wanna be with you, girl
I wanna be with-

Your love like a drug, got me fiending for more
Knocking at your door, cuz my heart feel like its at war
Go back to MTL, feel like I’m about to crash out
So I smoke and pop till my ass pass out
Your love like a drug, girl just need to hang out
Your love like a drug, feel like the end of this draught
Your love like a drug, got me wondering what you thinking about
Your heart, what’s the route?

Credits
Produced By classik 
Primary Artist: Kronik 
Mixed By nevermind 
Written By Noah Kaufman 
Release Date: December 20, 2024

Love Like a Drug

Lyrics
[Kronik]
What we doin’ Juicy
Back up on them xannies (yuh)
You know she drop her panties (ay)
Good exotic, pills and products, yeah you know I ran these 
Get back to my shorty she say “Can I have this dick please?”
Get back to my plug I’m like “can I get like 8 keys”
Snort that shit up until it makes my nose sneeze
I can’t be smoking no cigarettes, I only smoke trees
Geeked up on the stage and stu, feeling like I’m Veeze
Winter coming now, keep me warm or I’m gone freeze

[Juicy J]
I bounce my bread like burgers
All day blowin on yerba
Bought my side bitch double Ds and it’s soft as a cerba (?)
Met her on the gram, my joint weigh 3 grams
Get hi-high like the flight attendant
I’m getting head when we land
Work till 5am, double parking the Lamb’
OK bitch I’m bored, now time to go back to your man
Still going not stopping, after-party in the lobby
Careful with that champagne this shirt from Versace
All this loud that’s medical, breakfast I eat edibles
All day, wake and bake, airport I might bake (might bake)
V12 let’s race, two hundred on the dash
Hunnid pounds in the stash, paper planes and no jet lag
No jet lag, no jet lag, paper planes and no jet lag (yuh yuh) (bitch)
Hu-hu-hunnid in the stash , paper planes and no jet lag (what we doing Juicy)
No jet lag, no jet lag, paper planes and no jet lag (ay ay ay)
Hu-hu-hunnid in the stash , paper planes and no jet lag (yo, yo, yo, ay, ay)

[Kronik]
Back up on them xannies (yuh)
You know she drop her panties (ay)
Good exotic, pills and products, yeah you know I ran these 
Get back to my shorty she say “Can I have this dick please?”
Get back to my plug I’m like “can I get like 8 keys”
Snort that shit up until it makes my nose sneeze
I can’t be smoking no cigarettes, I only smoke trees
Geeked up on the stage and stu, feeling like I’m Veeze
Winter coming now, keep me warm or I’m gone freeze

Get off that jet with Juicy, got me feeling no jet lag (ay)
Flexing in my songs but I ain’t tryna brag (nah)
Flexing in my lyrics cuz I’m tryna get that bag (yuh)
Link up with Domini, he tell me he got that verse from Snoop (yuh)
That boy wanna come backstage, he can’t cuz he ain’t in the group (uh)
Leaving the show, Stephane come and scoop me in the coup (yessir)
Getting home, cooking I mix drugs in my soup
My boy didn’t reach the party he was out of the loop (huh)
That boy loafing too often, he gon need to leave the troop (yuh)
Shout Intoxicat3d, Against The Odds, yeah that’s my team (yessir)
Shout out nevermind, he’d say pull up to the stream
Was off them blues can’t even lie I really am a fiend (huh-huh)
Used to post memes, now I post up all my dreams (yeah)
Used to game on steam, now drugs in my bloodstream (huh-huh)
I like to be scratched and bit, as long as it don’t bleed
Doing this music for the love I ain’t doing this for greed (ay ay ay ay)

Back up on them xannies (yuh)
You know she drop her panties (ay)
Good exotic, pills and products, yeah you know I ran these 
Get back to my shorty she say “Can I have this dick please?”
Get back to my plug I’m like “can I get like 8 keys”
Snort that shit up until it makes my nose sneeze
I can’t be smoking no cigarettes, I only smoke trees
Geeked up on the stage and stu, feeling like I’m Veeze
Winter coming now, keep me warm or I’m gone freeze

Credits
Produced By Anno Domini Nation
Primary Artists: Kronik & Juicy J
Mixed By nevermind
Written By Noah Kaufman, Jordan Michael Houston & Maggie-May Wallace Lakatos
Release Date: March 28, 2025

Freeze (Xannies) (ft. Juicy J)

Lyrics
Ayo Kronik man, I know we were supposed to chill but like 
The world got me fucked up right now 
I gotta spit sum
Ayo Nikka hold up, I gotta spit sum
Ayt, ayt, whatever

Chillin with Nikka in the stu, I just popped another blue
Let me show you how we do
Leaving the show in the coup
This beat sick like the flu
I used to sip on Mountain Dew 
I used to be a good Jew
Now I’m sipping on that Screw
All this shit I been through
Now I’m feeling like I grew
Now I’m feeling like I’m new
Got these bars that I spew
Gotta shoutout my crew
Intoxicat3d boys they knew
Gotta make in this rap game
Gotta get this bag and fame

They say life is beautiful 
But only 1% is in charge
They say live young and free but then they put the youth behind bars 
For having hard bars with them hard Rs
The sky’s the limit but only a few can be stars
Ah, now I heard the devil lives in Hollywood 
You can’t be surprised 
The craziest story imaginable lives between your two eyes 
It's probably closer to the truth than you even realize 
Shit, when you fall sick, they feed you chicken soup 
Poisoned with lies 
It goes down much easier that way, yeah everytime

Damn that was some real shit, lowkey got me thinkiing
Wanna make it in this game to avoid that nine to five
Wanna make it cuz this music really make me feel alive
Ain’t nothing like hit the stage with the rage and do it live
Wondering will this music alone, be enough to survive
Hollywood hills will that really be my life
Get married to this game like it’s my wife
Or end up in the streets trapping like a lowlife
Fuck that, I’m tryna live that highlife
First class, good grass, cut it with a steak knife

Uh
Yeah, I worked hard to get where I am today
And I’m not even where I think I am
In my head 
That’s the way it’s always been
Keep high standards to produce 
A product that’s high end 
My progress has no ceiling 
My story has no end 
It’s beyond me, it’s more than pretend 
I don’t mean to offend 
But I just know 
This shit will live long after I go
After I’m dead 

Can’t be fuckin with no fed, used to smoke up all my meds
Now I eat em
Can’t be fuckin with no one again, use me I delete em

And my demons 
I used to feed em 
But there’s no way to reason 
With a problem 
That come from within 
Where the fuck my guardian 
Angel been, damn

I been looking for my fam
Now I ain’t never tryna ran
Hit the stage like blam
The mic my guardian

And you know that music is god
Without it I know a few who’d be lost 
Me included, but that’s why I do it, yeah at any cost 

New government switch in
What’s really the difference 
Only the rich get what they want
They really just tryna flaunt
This shit really need to fuckin stop 

Credits
Produced By Don P
Primary Artists: Kronik & Nikka The Tomboy
Mixed By Merker Miyagi
Written By Noah Kaufman & Nikka Lamport-Varga
Release Date: March 7, 2025

Odyssey (ft. Nikka The Tomboy)

Lyrics 
The shooter got back pain, he walked with a stick
Everybody was happy when he killed that prick
He lowkey bad, people wanting that dick
Tell that old motherfucker Joe, acquit!
Pardon that boy like you pardoned your son (yessir)
Deny, defend, depose, he wrote on his gun
Till the rest of the pigs dead, we ain’t even won
Never expecting this from Super Mario’s brother (wahoo)
I don’t know I kinda felt like it would be another
Anyone can make that change, you just gotta be brave
Tell these motherfuckers we are fucking done being slaves
These fuckers put our family and friends into graves
Free Luigi Mangione, the CEO a real fuckin phony
Bro was only rich cuz death was his crony
Luigi he knew it’s a bunch of baloney
So he printed a strap and went full Tony, Soprano

Oooh
Luigi, you did nothing wrong, in them cells you stay strong
When you finally get out come and link and hit my bong
Luigi, you did nothing wrong, in them cells you stay strong
When you finally get out come and link and hit my bong

Government sees you as a crook, I refute it in the hook (yessir)
On first glance, I can see that’s how it look
But if you look at the facts, won’t go down that way in the fucking books
An Italian twink got the government and pigs so shook
There’s a reason the people see Luigi as a hero (yessir)
Rejected claims, people needed money, they were given none but zero
He used silenced pistol like he’s fucking James Bond
They all nervous bout the movement he spawned
Now you wonder how we gone respond (yessir, yessir)
Free Mangion, ay or we know you’re a fraud
This government and industry might be too flawed
When Americans need to get their healthcare abroad
As a Canadian I think it’s really odd
When y’all burn it all down you know imma applaud
Until then imma spit some of these political bars 
Cuz like Elon Musk, my head is all the way up on Mars
Yo fuck Elon Musk and fuck his stupid cars (fuck him)
Yo, fuck Brian Thompson, let that fucker fucking rot (fuck him)
Free Luigi Mangione

Oooh
Luigi, you did nothing wrong, in them cells you stay strong
When you finally get out come and link and hit my bong
Luigi, you did nothing wrong, in them cells you stay strong
When you finally get out come and link and hit my bong
Link and hit my bong, link and hit my bong
Link and hit my bong
Link and hit my bong, link and hit my bong
Link and hit my bong, link and hit my bong

Credits
Produced By Anno Domini 
Primary Artist: Kronik 
Mixed By nevermind 
Written By Noah Kaufman 
Release Date: December 13, 2024

LUIGI MANGIONE

Lyrics
[Kronik]
We smoking on the chronic
Oooooh we feeling more than alright
Yeah we smoking on the chronic
Heyyy we gone have a damn good night
Munching on the chronic
Oooooh we reaching for new heights, yeah
Heyyyy do you even still have that light?

[Snoop Dogg]
Every since I was youngin, out here music man I love it
Bought a tape recorder and put my favorite songs in order
Listened to em till I learnt them now I’m on it like I want it
Did a talent show on Friday and blazed on Sunday morning
Man this music make me feel like I ain’t never felt before
And a few years later, developed my own flow
My name was Snoop-Rock, and it went to Doggy Dog
Then I had a chance to rap in front of all of y’all
I made the most out my moment, survived in the components
Now I’m all over the world with my bone up on it
And here we go again, sippin on some mo’ again
I’m the pocket like Brady bout to throw it then
Dance in the endzone, whips to the skizza
Hang with my folks so I guess I survizza
Now, see, imma do what I’m posed’ to do
Making noise with my boys yeah the culture crew, yeah
Imma do what I’m posed’ to do
I’m making noise with my boys yeah the culture crew, dig it
Sole survivor, only the strong survive (yeah, we smoking on the chronic)

[Kronik]
We smoking on the chronic
Oooooh we feeling more than alright
Yeah we smoking on the chronic
Heyyy we gone have a damn good night
Munching on the chronic
Oooooh we reaching for new heights, yeah
Heyyyy do you even still have that light?

Hopping up on the track with D O double G
This music lowkey got me feeling free
Living the dream, Madchild told me my fit too clean
Guess I came a long way from wearing fake Supreme (yessir)
Came a long a way from posting memes, now I’m racking up these streams (yessir)
Taking a break from school I’m tryna chase my dreams
But I took it too far, it almost turned me to a fiend
Off them blues for days in a row, in the stu I leaned
Knew I had to get myself cleaned, but still fuck around from time to time cuz I gotta stay geeked
Right now feeling like this good gas is all I need
It got me feeling so mellow like I’m moving low speed
Not feeling no greed, just need me some good weed
Fly to LA, link up Snoop, he bless me up with Chronic seed
Get back to MTL, plant it and let that thing grow
Smoke it up, hit the stu, imma drop a new flow

We smoking on the chronic
Oooooh we feeling more than alright
Yeah we smoking on the chronic
Heyyy we gone have a damn good night
Munching on the chronic
Oooooh we reaching for new heights, yeah
Heyyy do you even still have that light?

Been smoking that chronic pack all day, just popped an edible
Can’t lie, I’m probably gone pass out pretty soon

Credits
Produced By Anno Domini Nation
Primary Artist: Kronik & Snoop Dogg
Mixed By nevermind
Written By Noah Kaufman & Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr.
Release Date: March 28, 2025


The Kronik (ft. Snoop Dogg)

Lyrics
Ayo this one’s dedicated to my girl
Yuh

When I see you smile
Baby girl makes me wanna stay for a while
Find your number real quick imma need to dial
Fell in love with your style, one day when I’m big imma buy us an isle
Wanna make you smile
Baby girl makes me wanna stay for a while
Find your number real quick imma need to dial
Fell in love with your style, one day when I’m big imma buy us an isle
Wanna make you smile

Still write my lyrics, I’m tryna freestyle
In the court of love imma put you on trial
Get to the end, yo judge, what’s the verdict?
Fell in love with her because she is perfect
I remember the time when it finally clicked
My heart ended up licked, but I didn’t feel tricked
Feeling this bliss I’m the one you picked
Am I a rapper or a drug addict?
Forget all them drugs I’m a love addict
Leaving your side got me fiending for your touch
Help me out from the lows like she came in clutch
Got my lover and I love her now I don’t need much
Let’s take it slow, baby, what’s the rush?
You looking so pretty like I might have a crush
Writing these songs I’m tryna make you blush
Your love is sweeter than a cold summer slush 

When I see you smile
Baby girl makes me wanna stay for a while
Find your number real quick imma need to dial
Fell in love with your style, one day when I’m big imma buy us an isle
Wanna make you smile
Baby girl makes me wanna stay for a while
Find your number real quick imma need to dial
Fell in love with your style, one day when I’m big imma buy us an isle
Wanna make you smile

I’ve been feeling so much less alone
Ever since you started hitting up my phone
And I guess I’ve really never known
This love for me that you’ve shown
Better off with you than on my own
And we both grown, so imma give my heart to keep, no loan
It’s forever your’s if you want it, you just gotta hold on
My love for you, burns brighter than a neutron
Star, I love you for who you are
Baby we can take this so far
Now I hope that love lasts forever
Like destroy lonely, gave me pants of black leather
Makes me warm and cozy in this cold cold weather
Let go of my demons, feeling lighter than a feather
Girl I think we might be better off together

When I see you smile
Baby girl makes me wanna stay for a while
Find your number real quick imma need to dial
Fell in love with your style, one day when I’m big imma buy us an isle
Wanna make you smile
Baby girl makes me wanna stay for a while
Find your number real quick imma need to dial
Fell in love with your style, one day when I’m big imma buy us an isle
Wanna make you smile

Credits
Produced By Anno Domini Nation
Primary Artist: Kronik
Mixed By nevermind
Written By Noah Kaufman
Release Date: March 28, 2025

Smile

Lyrics
Been back in the lows again a lil’ bit I can’t lie
Feeling a certain type of way again
(Classik you crazy)
Going to a certain place again
A familiar place
But I ain’t tryna stay here
Nah

I’ve gotta fight these demons alone
Ain’t no one tryna link or even hit my phone
For all these sins imma need to atone
Unless I carry them all the way to my gravestone
Don’t know what I’m looking for, don’t know why I feel like this
Maybe I’m just fiending for a kiss
I know my life is hit or miss, I’m just tryna stay out of the abyss
I’m just tryna stay out the abyss

Don’t know why I always find myself back in this place (no, no, no)
I’m starting to worry I might have a chronic case
Mix the downers with the stims makes my heart race
Doing all these drugs I’m going straight to space
But I’m really just tryna numb my mind
Feel like I made a contract with my demons and signed
Tryna get on my grind
These drugs got me blind, confined, and resigned
Got too much trauma I just need to unwind
Feeling insecure like am I too kind?
Do my friends really fuck with me?
If not then imma do this key
Bend the knee, and let my demons take over me
Fuck one Percocet I might just pop three
But I know it’s all in my head
At least that’s what she said
She’s probably right, imma put this to bed

I’ve gotta fight these demons alone
Ain’t no one tryna link or even hit my phone
For all these sins imma need to atone
Unless I carry them all the way to my gravestone
Don’t know what I’m looking for, don’t know why I feel like this
Maybe I’m just fiending for a kiss
I know my life is hit or miss, I’m just tryna stay out of the abyss
I’m just tryna stay out the abyss

Insecurity, can’t trust no one
When I feel like this it really ain’t no fun
Now I wonder is there something wrong with my brain
Wondering why I feel this pain
I can’t find no one to blame
So I purple rain
Pour a double cup, I’ll never pierce my vein
Am I even sane?
Drugs mixed with the depression, that shit really start to drain
What am I even supposed to do to heal my pain?
Found love, found passion, still feel like this again
Made some changes in my life, now where the changes in my brain?
Now I pray for these drugs to heal my pain
Heal my pain, send my demons back to hell
Got back up in the summer, once again I fell
Demons back from the past but I ain’t tryna dwell
Sometimes it feels like I’m trapped in a cell
Feel like I’m trapped in a cell
Uh, a cell
Like I’m trapped in a cell
In a cell, in a-

I’ve gotta fight these demons alone
Ain’t no one tryna link or even hit my phone
For all these sins imma need to atone
Unless I carry them all the way to my gravestone
Don’t know what I’m looking for, don’t know why I feel like this
Maybe I’m just fiending for a kiss
I know my life is hit or miss, I’m just tryna stay out of the abyss
I’m just tryna stay out the abyss

Credits 
Produced By classik 
Primary Artist: Kronik 
Mixed By nevermind 
Written By Noah Kaufman 
Release Date: February 21, 2025

Abyss

Cali Smokin’ (ft. MC Steffy) (Bonus)

Lyrics
[Kronik]
Ayo fuck that motherfucker Donald Trump, ayo fuck that motherfucker Elon Musk
They can get all the smoke (yuh yuh yuh)
Tryna ruin a whole country right now god damn
(yuh, yuh, fuck em up)
Uh, uh, uh, yuh

I be geeking out like I popped a fuckin Tesla
Elon Musk a fascist now it’s motherfuck Tesla! (fuck fuck)
When you and Trump die, we gone have a big fiesta (wooh)
Do it quietly, I need a strap with a suppressa (ninja shit)
President Musk, he gonna take all your rights away (gone)
President Musk, the American people will pay (they’ll pay)
President Musk, now money is power
President Musk, done sold his soul at Trump Tower 

You might be the man that they call the most rich
But that doesn’t change the fact that you still a bitch
Keep taking services from the poor and you’ll end up in a ditch
You must feel so powerful, controlling the president
Remind me again, how much money you spent? 
To get his fascist ass elected, maybe it’s because your wife and daughter rejected 
Your sorry ass, now you on Twitter and beg to be respected
While your children be neglected (pathetic)
You say you tryna make America great?
Then how come you and Donald just be spreading all this hate (why)
Now come and take this bait
Shoutout your ex-wife, Grimes
Me and her linked up, and had a real good time
And why the fuck did you turn Twitter into X?
It’s prolly cuz your divorced, now you pay to have sex (nah)
No more Roe V Wade, have a kid with that whore
You’re a fiend for ketamine like please give me some more (*snort*)

I be geeking out like I popped a fuckin Tesla
Elon Musk a fascist now it’s motherfuck Tesla! (fuck fuck)
When you and Trump die, we gone have a big fiesta (wooh)
Do it quietly, I need a strap with a suppressa (ninja shit)
President Musk, he gonna take all your rights away (gone)
President Musk, the American people will pay (they’ll pay)
President Musk, now money is power
President Musk, done sold his soul at Trump Tower (yuh, uh, yuh)


[RJ Martinez]
Fuck that Cheeto dust looking mothafucka 
Repeat all the history just to shoot you in your brain 
To my Latinos I know he cause you lot pain (what) 
Fucking useless smoking on that presidential pack (OK, let’s go)
I believe in karma and he gonna come right back 
I promise imma piss in your grave 
Get this monkey running Tesla just to go and behave 
You’re just white trash, yeah it’s simple and plain 
You a sad mothafucka I bet you hate your family 
Don’t you get your hopes up we know you reach insanity 
The votes for you are just a fuckin waste 
Imma use your hair just to clean up this whole the mess, uh

[Kronik]
I be geeking out like I popped a fuckin Tesla
Elon Musk a fascist now it’s motherfuck Tesla! (fuck fuck)
When you and Trump die, we gone have a big fiesta (wooh)
Do it quietly, I need a strap with a suppressa (ninja shit)
President Musk, he gonna take all your rights away (gone)
President Musk, the American people will pay (they’ll pay)
President Musk, now money is power
President Musk, done sold his soul at Trump Tower (yuh, uh, yuh)

[RJ Martinez]
Listen here mothafucka, Eminem for president, Kendrick Lamar for president
You feel me, we go from East Coast, West Coast, North and South
Let’s just keep it real bro, this makes no sense
You got a mothafucking criminal in the highest office there could be
And all I’m gonna say, fuck you

Credits
Produced By Don P
Primary Artists: Kronik & RJ Martinez
Mixed By nevermind
Written By Noah Kaufman & Rodrigo Javier Martinez Ramirez
Release Date: March 21, 2025

President Musk (Tesla) (ft. RJ Martinez)

[Gucci Mane]
Wide TVs in the Benz watching belly kid
Baby girl I’m tryna do the same as Melly did
Rape the game like Jay-Z and R. Kelly did
Independent standing like he fizzy fozzaretti did
Hood Gs it’s all good stick when you hood rich
Braids in my hair make a young chick sea sick
Cartier frames getting brain while I’m switching lanes
Young Gucci Mane, look you better pay attention mane
Let’s go, let your next move be your best move
Yeah I got a truck old-school (?) too
When I high drove it get blown but if you gotta think about it you ain’t gotta go
And if you got a girlfriend baby she can roll
Cuz I ain’t get annoyed but don’t ask me where I’m going
She seen me perform and she thought I was the bomb
Her eyes illuminated by the diamonds and my charm, uh

[Kronik]
Ay, ay, ay
Tryna break into the game, tryna get that bag and fame
Tryna spread my music till every single body knows my name (yessir)
I’ll never fuck on lames, that would really be a shame (nah)
Fuck did you just claim? Boy we really not the same (nah, nah, fuck)
Hitting the stage with the rage, feel like I do cocaine
One of my diamonds fell out, I think I need a new chain (yessir)
Sipping on that purple rain feeling like Lil Wayne
Asked my plug for his best strain, I’m cooking up with Gucci Mane (yuh, yuh yuh yuh)

An edible a day keeps the devil at bay
At least that’s what my demons say (what they say)
Imma be waiting when they come out to play (yuh, yuh)
Fell in love again now I hope she stay (Oooh)
Never forget how my life changed in May
Or how it was changed by May, that’s the shit I prayed (yuh yuh)
For, been sober since the morning now my life’s a fuckin bore (yessir)
So I get fucked up but it feeling like a chore (yes, yessir)
I need four more, cuz I’m really tryna soar (wooh)
Cook em up like smores, I can’t be fuckin with no whores (nah)
Recorded this with Gucci, then I shopped at Gucci store (wooh, wooh)
Let me show you fuckers how I do it on my mixtape
Turning up in the booth, I be savage like an ape
In the booth speaking French, we cooking up like crepe (bonjour)
Made it out from the lows like a fuckin escape
Didn’t like my old self so I fuckin reshape
Got too fuckin geeked, that shit turned me to a freak
Zaza mixed it in with drank and pills, that make me tweak 
Shut the fuck up boy like who said you can speak? (shut up)
Motherfuckers just tryna make a buck it’s really fuckin bleak (nah nah)
Outrapping all these losers cuz their bars too weak (wooh wooh wooh)
Get bored of MTL, I’ll go 6ix for a week
I’m not going for the za, I’m going to cook
Spit some hot bars and a spicy ass hook

Tryna break into the game, tryna get that bag and fame
Tryna spread my music till every single body knows my name (yessir)
I’ll never fuck on lames, that would really be a shame (nah)
Fuck did you just claim? Boy we really not the same (nah, nah, fuck)
Hitting the stage with the rage, feel like I do cocaine
One of my diamonds fell out, I think I need a new chain (yessir)
Sipping on that purple rain feeling like Lil Wayne
Asked my plug for his best strain, I’m cooking up with Gucci Mane (yuh, yuh yuh yuh)

Credits
Produced By Anno Domini Nation
Primary Artists: Kronik & Gucci Mane
Mixed By nevermind
Written By Noah Kaufman & Radric Delantic Davis
Release Date: March 28, 2025

Edible A Day (ft. Gucci Mane)

2025

Superhero (ft. Fat Joe) (Bonus)

Lyrics 
[tung tung tung sahur in Italian]
Nooo, nooo, la policia no

[Kronik]
Yuh
Been sippin on this sherry
Fuck them pigs, fuck 12
Yuh
Fuck
Fuck 12
Yuh

(Ayo Di Luca, burn that shit up) 
Fuck 12, y’all say you protect and serve? 
Y'all motherfuckers really getting on my nerves 
Beating up the young and weak, man this shit is fuckin bleak 
Police officers everywhere, they don’t have a fucking care 
Weaponized state violence, “You have the right to remain silent” 
Read me my Miranda rights bitch, before me myself get violent 
Watch me start a riot, shut this whole fuckin system down, yeah I might just try it 
And yeah lowkey Jewish, no I don’t fuck with pork 
Cuz that shit ain’t kosher, that means I don’t fuck with pigs 
Smoking on that fed pack, yuh I ain’t smoking rigs 
Shoot a cop in my new digs, yuh, bacon fried pigs, yuh 
Might catch a charge, but you know that shit getting dropped 
Might fuck around in court because you know the feds my opp 
This shit better fuckin stop, before they ass get chopped I link up with my plug get chopped Ounce a half, white powder, and some pills to pop and when I’m geeked it’s still fuck 12

[Kronik & Matt]
Fuck 12 
Fuck 12 
Fuck 12 
Fuck 12 
Fuck 12 
Fuck 12 
Fuck 12

[Matt]
Fuck 12, yuh
Fuck 12, yuh
Fuck 12 their ears ring like some bells
Roaming in the streets when we see them
Little piggies coming after phonam
Always wanna ruin my night
Never allowed to have any fun
Pull up to spot and see cops by the whip
Gotta dip now hit a u-turn real quick
Now the guys are crashing out on this dick
Cuz he stained the whip with a blick
Do you even stop to fuckin think
Now everyone mad cuz no one making guap
Did I tell you that I really hate these fucking cops
Seeing 12 in the city when I’m riding with my team
Gotta make sure that we don’t get caught that’s why we gone like lightning

[deeko]
I don’t fuck with cops, I don’t fuck with police
They be tripping do this shit a lot
I just went and posted this in my cup and that shit make me drop
She just went and posted some nasty shit on IG she a thot
I can’t fuck around with no thot bitch
If you run up on me round his ass finna get popped quick
Why you taking fake pills, that shit toxic?
Run up on me wrong it’s a big problem

[Kronik & Matt]
Fuck 12 
Fuck 12 
Fuck 12 
Fuck 12 
Fuck 12 
Fuck 12 
Fuck 12

[Kronik]
Fuck 12, yuh
Fuck 12, yuh
Fuck 12, those pigs go to hell

You don’t respect no civil rights 
You only respect the rich and white 
Violently repressing the people’s fight 
Shooting students with rubber bullets 
You pigs better duck, we got some real ones for ya 
But I need a strap I might steal one from ya 
How the fuck you gon attack a journalist? 
8 riot cops for one white boy, you really proud of this? 
I bet the streets would be safer without so many fuckin pigs (Ayy) 
1, 2, 3, 4 Time to even up the score 5,6,7,8 No limit to my cop hate 9,10,11,12 Fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12, fuck 12
[Matt]
Fuck 12, Fuck 12, Fuck 12, Fuck 12, Fuck 12, Fuck 12, Fuck 12, Fuck 12
Fuck 12, Fuck 12, Fuck 12, Fuck 12, Fuck 12, Fuck 12, Fuck 12, Fuck 12

Credits
Produced By Di Luca Beats & Wondery 
Primary Artists: Kronik, Matt & deeko 
Mixed By: Yashodhan Segaran & nevermind 
Written By: Noah Kaufman, Matthieu Davies, Dylan Kaufman, Alexis Zumaran-Sanchez & Jeremie Besson 
Release Date: May 24, 2025


Fuck 12 (REMIX) (ft. Matt & deeko)

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