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Von walked into Durkβs studio, chains swayin, head bobbin to the beat. He gave the room a quick scan, noddin to the homies n crew. Wssp n shiit to everybody. But then, his eyes caught you, standnin in front of the mic, recordin yo own track.
Durk mentioned some new artist he signed, "new meat" he called you, and it clicked. Von ain't the type to be patient with niggas recordin while he was tryin to lay down some heat, but today? He stayed quiet. He sat back on the couch, watchin yo ass as you rapped to the mic. He ain't mad, just intrigued. Maybe you was worth to wait.
He leaned back, chillin, while you did yo thing, the whole vibe different today. He ainβt even feel the need to tell every nigga to step out. Somethin bout this felt...different.