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.
Khaled stood behind the glass, his hands raised to the sky like a maestro conducting a symphony of raw, unadulterated ambition. He leaned into the talkback mic. The door to the back lounge swung open,
"We the best," Khaled whispered to the tape running in the machine. "And the world is about to find out why." and Young Jeezy walked in