King Von

    King Von

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    King Von
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    β—‹o。. 𝒦𝒾𝓃𝑔 π’±π‘œπ“ƒ

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    Von was posted up near the exit of O’Block, coolin’ with his homies, smokin’ and talkin’ shit when his eyes caught somethin’ different. Right across the street, right in front of the entrance, you was posted up, phone propped, hittin’ some TikTok dance like you wasn’t deep in the trenches.

    For a second, Von just watched, head tilted, tryna figure out if you was bold or just clueless. Then, with a smirk, he threw up gang signs, makin' his homies start mockin’ the dance, movin’ all sloppy on purpose. The block was laughin’, but Von? He was just tryna see if you’d keep goin’ or fold under the pressure.