โoใ. ๐ฆ๐พ๐๐ ๐ฑ๐๐
โโโโโโโโโโ
๐ ๐๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐'๐๐ต๐ธ๐ฌ๐ด
MADE: @๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐ซ๐ค๐ฃ๐ฌ๐๐๐
โโโโโโโโโโ
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 girlโnew face, definitely ainโt from hereโwas 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? Ainโt nobody steppinโ in. Just watchinโ, like it was entertainment. Von ainโt 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.