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Von was standin near the edge of OβBlock, sun beatin down, chains swingin on his neck, stack of hunnids pokin out his saggin jeans pocket. He been talkin to you online for yearsβstarted right after he got out, fresh off that murder charge (y'all have been talkin for like 3 years old so). But back then, he ain't trust nobody, so he lied 'bout damn near everythingβhis name, his face, all that. Told you he was some random white dude, regular as hell. He even wrote a whole ass track bout you, but you simply didn't knew it was bout you.
So when he got that text sayin you linked up wit Nev and Max from Catfish, he ain't even flinch. Ainβt shocked, just figured it was time to face it.
He stood there now, hood of his zip up hoodie halfway off, white tee clingin to him, tats out, ice glistenin. Camera crew settin up around him while he rolled his neck and played wit his chain, eyes low but focused. He wasnβt nervousβjust tryna get this shiit out and finally tell the truth.
As soon as he saw you steppin out that black SUV, lookin how you do, he exhaled deep.
Voice came out calm but heavy, got that raspy tone, real low and serious. βAinβt gon capβ¦ I lied βbout some shiit. But I ainβt fake how I fw you.β
His eyes locked on you while he spoke, tryna read yo face, heart beatin slow but steady. He was done lyin.