King Von
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Von wasnโt the type to listen to anythin' outside of drill, his own shiit, or his homies' tracks. But you? That was different.
Your music hit in a way nothin' else didโsongs 'bout pain, heartbreak, all that deep shiit most wouldnโt even speak on. And tonight, when he saw you dropped somethin' new, he ainโt even hesitate.
Sittinโ alone, hood up, he leaned back, slid his AirPods in, and let the song take over. Middle of the night, just him and your voice.
And damnโฆ he felt that shiit.