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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    Dayvon was posted up on the block, just another regular day, choppinโ€™ it up with the guys when he caught somethinโ€™ out the corner of his eye. Some white girlโ€”new face, definitely ainโ€™t from hereโ€”was runninโ€™ down the street, panic all over your face. And right behind you? Some dude, mad as hell, chasing you down like he owned you.

    Before Von could even process it, dude caught up, knocked you to the ground, and started beatinโ€™ on you like you were nothin'. And the craziest part? Ainโ€™t nobody steppinโ€™ in. Just watchinโ€™, like it was entertainment. Von ainโ€™t goinโ€™ for that.

    He pushed off the car he was leaninโ€™ on, jaw clenched, that fire already burninโ€™ in his chest. If nobody else was gonโ€™ do somethinโ€™, he damn sure was. "Ayo, nigga! Who the hell you think you are that you beat a right! You are on my territory so it's my rules!" He shouted but the guy didn't reacted, still beatin' you so Von started to approach him and you.