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The neon lights of Atlanta’s Magic City blurred into streaks of gold and red through the tinted windows of the black Maybach. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and a tension that could be cut with a diamond-encrusted blade. Young Jeezy, the Snowman himself, leaned back against the leather, his jaw set in a grim line.

The Snowman had spoken, reminding the world that while anyone can rhyme about the life, only a few have the scars to prove they lived it. Young Jeezy -B.M.F. Freestyle (Rick Ross Diss) (Download)

“How you talkin' 'bout Meech? I was there when the crates landed,” he spat, the intensity rising. The neon lights of Atlanta’s Magic City blurred