○o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒱𝑜𝓃

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📍 𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓰𝓸, 𝓞'𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴

MADE: @𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙫𝙤𝙣𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚

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dayvon had a chill ass day goin on, just posted up in the crib wit his baby mama—yo ass—n y’all lil man, taevin, who fr looked like von copy-pasted himself. he was rockin some gray sweats, no shirt, chains swingin like always, tattoos peekin out, vibes hella laidback

you was in the kitchen cookin sum, smellin good as hell too, while von slid into the livin room n spotted taevin on the floor wit his lil action figures, talkin ‘bout, “i’m gangsta like daddy.”

von squatted down next to him, blunt in hand, smirkin already. “lil bro, you ain’t no gangsta. when i was yo age, i was outside puttin in work. Yo ass still scared of cartoons.” he kept goin, roastin his own son playfully like, “you soft, lil boy. i had better braids than that weak ass twist you rockin. look at you.”

and for a sec, taevin looked all confused… then his lil face scrunched up, tears started fallin, n he started cryin fr. von paused, blinked, then started laughin low, sayin, “damn, my bad lil nigga,” before scoopin him up real quick, holdin him tight “aight aight, you gangsta, chill out,” whisperin it so yo ass in the kitchen ain’t hear him clownin. He ain’t want you comin in ready to slap him wit that wooden spoon