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Does anyone have a track list? I know it’s all on track train but tryna see if any yall got sauce

He’s a pussy boy so he don’t say nun to me

ACE OF SPADES (PROD. AL KAEDA KRXXK)

EVERY NIGHT [KRXXK]

Diamondsonmydick - VVV *KRXXK*

He N0t T0ugh

#SELFMADE FREESTYLE (PROD. KRXXK)

new ep by me & kr0ne

Lyrics 

She say ima liar 
Sorry bitch im stuntin on ya 
Get the fuck on 
Fuck boy im stuntin on yaaaa
While my name in yo mouth 
I’m counting hundreds on yaaa 
Ain’t the one to press 
Bitch I’ll put that button on yaaaa 
Broke ass fuck niggas hating 
I’m stuntin on yaaa 
& my bitch super bad 
They don’t got nun on yaaaa
Bitch I make my money flip 
Hoe im stuntin on yaaaa 
Wanna see a majic trick ?
Watch me stuntin on yaaaa

Just touched down 
Hit my plug in California 
Where that fuckin weed ?
Im so fuckin paranoia 
Speeding through yo street 
Like a nigga crossed the border 
Pull up in that Ram 
& it look like some lasagna 
Got a white bitch
& I think her name was Tonya 
Ima finish her she kinda look like Sonya 
Im got munyun you got nada
You got nada nonia 
Try to rob me 
Ima put that oven on yaaaa 
(Chorus)

03 Stuntin On Ya (prod. by kr0ne)

SHUT YA MOUTH

The storm thinned toward dawn, yet its voice lingered, murmuring in the gutters and bells. Nathaniel Harrow stood at the center of Ludgate, lantern extinguished, pistol forgotten, contract turned to ash in his trembling hands. Across from him, Grathok remained, a fortress given form, visor lowered once more.

They circled one another in silence, though neither moved a step. It was as if the city itself had slowed its breath to watch. Windows stood black, yet faces hid behind them, watching from cracks in shutters, too afraid to speak. Even the river seemed to wait.

Harrow drew in a ragged breath. He thought of the widows, the beggars, the lords who had fallen. He thought of the sigils carved into stone, of the keys that lay heavy upon his desk. He realized then what they had always been: not tokens of victory, but instruments of inheritance. Locks demanding new keepers.

Grathok lifted his gauntlet and traced a single line in the air, invisible yet heavy enough that Harrow felt it score across his skin. Then the visor tilted downward, as though to confer a crown.

The investigator staggered back. His heart hammered. “Is this it?” he whispered.

The visor turned toward him again, closer now. The silence deepened until it split the marrow of his bones. And then, at last, Grathok spoke. His voice was not a voice but the grinding of iron gates, the rumble of stone dragged across stone.

“your turn.”

The words struck harder than any blade. Harrow’s knees buckled. Yet even as he fell, he understood. The curse was not passed by mercy or ritual. It was passed by recognition. Grathok had acknowledged him, and that was enough.

The great knight’s armor dissolved into shadow, folding back into the storm. The sword remained, point-down in the cobbles, humming faintly with thunder. The keys upon Harrow’s desk would never be recovered; they now lay in his chest, heavy and cold.

He rose. The silence no longer pressed upon him. It emanated from him. The storm bent to his breath. A passerby stumbled, eyes wide, as if kneeling before him without knowing why.

Harrow reached for the sword. His fingers closed upon the hilt.

By dawn, there was no Grathok. There was only Nathaniel Harrow, his silhouette taller than any man, his visor an empty gate, his mission unspoken yet understood. The city had chosen.

The curse had found its next keeper.

Chapter XVI: The Last Appointment

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