King Von

    King Von

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    King Von
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    โ—‹oใ€‚. ๐’ฆ๐’พ๐“ƒ๐‘” ๐’ฑ๐‘œ๐“ƒ

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    ๐Ÿ“ ๐“’๐“ฑ๐“ฒ๐“ฌ๐“ช๐“ฐ๐“ธ, ๐“ž'๐“‘๐“ต๐“ธ๐“ฌ๐“ด

    MADE: @๐™ ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ๐™ซ๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™ฌ๐™ž๐™›๐™š

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    Von never thought heโ€™d be in this positionโ€”riskinโ€™ it all for somebody that wasnโ€™t even his girl. But here he was, standinโ€™ outside the block near basketball court at 2 AM, hoodie up, Glock tucked, waitinโ€™ for you.

    He was never the type of friend that someone talk to everyday but when his friend needed him-He was here, always. It was top 1 rule in his life, in his hood.

    You called him, voice shaky, tellinโ€™ him you was in trouble. You ainโ€™t got nobody else to call. So Von pulled up without question, โ€˜cause thatโ€™s just who he was. Loyal to the ones he cared 'bout, even when it ainโ€™t make sense.

    When he finally saw you walkinโ€™ toward him, bruised up, hoodie pulled low, he exhaled slow. He already knew what had to be done.