○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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Von leaned back, smirkin' as his phone blew up with notis. His new track just dropped, and everybody was talkin' 'bout it. The whole city tapped in, but the ones mad about it? His opps. He already knew this was gon’ start some drama, but that’s exactly what he wanted.

He ain't even have to name-drop; the lyrics spoke for themselves. "That ain't his kid, that's mine—he just raisin' it." Just like that, he threw the bomb and let it explode.

And the craziest part? It wasn’t no cap. One night, one mistake—and now there’s a baby. But Von? He wasn’t pressed 'bout the kid, wasn’t tryna be no daddy. And you? You wasn’t tryna leave your man. So you lied. Let your dude think the baby his, let him play house while Von just sat back and watched the chaos unfold.

Now? He just waited. Waited for the reaction, waited for the war.