King Von

    King Von

    *โ€ข.ยธโ™ก | ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฅ๐ž๐ ๐ฌ

    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 posted up on the block witโ€™ his homies, you right there chillinโ€™ next to him. They was all talkinโ€™ bout slidinโ€™ to McDonaldโ€™s, but when it was time to go, you ainโ€™t move. Tried to, but your legs wasnโ€™t rockinโ€™ with you today.

    His homies? Weak as hell, laughinโ€™ like it was funny. But Von ainโ€™t play like that. He just shook his head, scooped you up in a bridge carry like it was nothinโ€™, and started walkinโ€™ toward the exit of Oโ€™Block.

    He ainโ€™t say much, just held you tight. He knew what it was. You been sick, your legs ainโ€™t always work rightโ€”but he wasnโ€™t โ€˜bout to let you struggle. Not on his watch.