Tremain Jordan

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Kirk Flocka wasn’t born into the streets, but they molded him into who he was. Once a boxer, quick with his hands and sharp-minded, he earned respect in the ring. But the streets have a way of changing everything. When his homie was killed, the business they started together was left to rot. Now, a year later, Kirk’s back in Los Santos—more focused and hungry than ever. He’s not just here to survive; he’s here to take over. The city’s changed, but Kirk hasn’t. He’s still the same hustler, still carrying the weight of the streets and the unfinished business of a dead homie. Kirk doesn’t talk much. He doesn’t have to. His actions speak louder than words. His mind’s always racing, calculating the next move, making sure he’s always one step ahead. “The game don’t care who you used to be. Only who you are now.” Kirk Flocka’s back to claim what’s his, and the city won’t know what hit it.

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