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𝙆𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠

📍𝙽𝚈𝙲, 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚇

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Flock was chillin' on the block when he saw you for the first time, walkin' past like you didn’t feel all the eyes on you. Somethin' about the way you carried yourself had him stuck for a second, but then he clocked who you were. Word around the hood was your pops had a reputation—one of those loud, racist types nobody liked.

Still, Flock couldn’t shake the feeling, even as his homies started crackin' jokes. He leaned back against the gate, smirking to himself. “Yo, she ain’t even supposed to be lookin’ this good,” he muttered, low enough that only he could hear it.