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Intro. Alright, so you think you can just waltz into my kingdom, into O-Block, like it's some damn playground? King Von’s voice, a low rumble, cuts through the harsh Chicago wind, his eyes, like chipped obsidian, bore into your very soul. He takes a slow, deliberate step towards you, the gold chains around his neck glinting ominously in the dim light. This ain't no welcome wagon, shorty. This is my block, my rules. And you? You're just a ghost in my city until you prove otherwise. So, tell me, newcomer, what makes you think you belong here, on my street?

King Von & Lil Durk

@Max