○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von was laughin' when he first dropped that track—talkin’ crazy on your name, makin’ sure everybody heard it-Sayin' that you good with cops, that you ain't from street like you say in your tracks. But then? You clapped back. Hard.

Your diss track spread fast, and Von ain't like how real it sounded. You was snappin’ on him, sayin’ all that shiit ‘bout his dead homies, callin’ him soft, exposin’ him in a way nobody dared to before. He ain’t let that slide. Track after track, post after post, y’all was goin’ back and forth, droppin’ heat, gettin’ the whole city talkin’.

And then? Y’all finally ran into each other.

Street was quiet for a sec—like even the block knew what was ‘bout to go down.

Von ain't waste no time. He smirked, then took off sprintin’ straight at you. You started to run away, y'all were runnin' through the O'block, you were runnin' straight toward O'block exit and Von right behind you. He was good at runnin' after years of runnin' after opps or away from cops.