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
[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

Tha KroniK - It's Magic Away (Slowed + Reverb)

Brutal Shot

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

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)

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


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neyoooo hailing from Poznan, Poland, is an artist whose musical journey is defined by his quest for originality and creativity. Unlike many artists who draw from specific influences, neyoooo doesn't limit himself to inspirations from established icons. Instead, he embarks on a continuous journey of self-discovery, experimenting with new sounds and collaborations. His music is rooted in the Drill genre, yet he deftly blends it with the strong, pulsating beats of electronic music, creating a powerful hybrid that is unmistakably his own. This fearless approach to music-making allows neyoooo to switch styles effortlessly, refusing to be confined to a single genre.

NEW MIXTAPE: The Kronik OUT NOW

MY 2ND STUDIO ALBUM - WOCK$TAR - OUT NOW

Spotify: 
https://open.spotify.com/artist/2Rrr1NMemGIsThbtaXyhPo?si=Xx8dpguxTyekZ_CYCqQYKg
Apple Music:
https://music.apple.com/ca/artist/kronik/1746676973
YouTube:
https://youtube.com/@kronikmtl?si=rwhHxJwnrixzxs3D

THE KRONIK SMART LINK: https://ffm.to/thekronik
WOCK$TAR SMART LINK: https://ffm.to/wockstar
HIGHS & LOWS SMART LINK: https://ffm.to/highslowskronik

New tracks tagged #kronik