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Absolutely. Here's a King Von–style drill song — street narrative, first-person perspective, raw and vivid, like something off “Levon James” or “Welcome to O’Block.” We’ll keep that storytelling format King Von was famous for — detailed scene descriptions, street codes, names, and a beat that feels cold but dangerous. --- 🎤 Title: “Right There” (Drill / Storytelling, like King Von’s “Crazy Story” or “How It Go”) --- (Intro – Spoken) Ayy, look — this real life Not just a song, this what it is... Von... --- (Verse 1) I was chillin’ on the 9, posted up by the sto’ Lil bro hit my line, said, “I seen him fo’sho” Said, “Buddy in a Charger, tint dark, ridin’ slow” I said, “Say less,” grabbed the Glock, hit the door Hopped in the V, took the back route swift Phone on mute, I don’t talk when it’s lit Seen shorty on the cam, he was flexin’ a stick But the way he was movin’ — he ain't really with sh— Now I’m parked by the alley, tint black like my hoodie Heart beatin' steady, but I’m calm — I’m a bully I don’t do the talkin', if it's smoke, then it’s fully He ain't know he was lunch, now he cooked like a cookie I let him slide once, but that’s old, I’m cold He was laughin’ on the ‘net, now it’s pressure in bold I remember how they played when I had nothin’ to hold Now it’s 30 in this clip, and this heater don’t fold --- (Hook) He was right there, lackin' — swear to God he ain’t see me Ski mask down, and the Glock hold a genie Wished for a win, now I’m grantin’ it easy I don’t play fair — it’s the jungle, believe me Right there, one move — now he ghost Say he outside? That boy just post We don’t do threats, we just get close Hop out, face shot, then I vanish like smoke --- (Verse 2) Three days later, got a call from a shorty She said, “Ain’t you the one that they lookin’ for?” I said, “What you mean?” playin' dumb with the story She said, “They on your head, boy, I seen it in Maury” I laugh, then I hung up — don’t need that stress Still move smart, don’t sleep, no rest Still ride dolo, just me and my vest Still got aim — head shots, not chest I been out here, since like 14 With a baggy hoodie and a pocket full of dreams Tryna eat, while they scheme Now my opps in the dirt, and I’m clean You ain’t gang if you fold under light You ain’t drill if your soul full of fright You ain't never had to slide in the night Take risks just to make it back right --- (Hook) He was right there, lackin' — swear to God he ain’t