Dj Khaled Fed Up Ft. Usher, Young Jeezy, Drake And Rick Ross (directors Cut) New Album 2010 Page

Across from him, draped over a leather sofa, sat Rick Ross. The Boss was a mountain of calm. He struck a match against the heel of his alligator leather boot, lighting a cigar that cost more than most people's monthly rent. The flame illuminated his dark sunglasses. He took a slow drag and let the smoke billow out like a storm cloud.

The lights in the warehouse did not flicker; they hummed. Outside, the Miami humidity pressed hard against the metal walls, but inside, the air was freezing and smelled of expensive cologne, Cuban tobacco, and jet fuel. Across from him, draped over a leather sofa, sat Rick Ross

The door to the back lounge swung open, and Young Jeezy walked in, flanked by two men who looked like they were made of granite. Jeezy didn't walk; he marched. His neck was heavy with diamonds that caught the light like strobe flashes. He didn't look at Drake. He didn't look at Ross. He looked straight at the soundboard. The flame illuminated his dark sunglasses