(Waitress). Wassup Mista Khaled. What you want today the regular?. (Khaled). Nah give me the steamed fish. With some white rice. And give me a champaigne cola. And give me some water with some lemon on it. You feel me?. (Waitress). Alright there no problem. So what your friend want?. (Ace). Nah I'm good. (Waitress). Alright then me soon come back. (Waitress giving the order to the chef). (Khaled). So check this out right. It's all about the money. It's always about the power. It's always about the respect. Straight up. I don't see 'em. (Waitress). Yo Khaled der be some thugs out to the pre. I don't know if you want me get dem out side. I pray. (Khaled). Hey yo check this out right. You tell 'em to come through bring them to me. And let them know they have a choice. Everyone has a choice. (Khaled). Heard them people seeking problems with the Godfather. Shockers keep them llama get your head trauma. Pussy boys rather see me dead mama. Instead I'm in that Maybach texting William Roberts. Riding through the city with my hammer close. Pray to Allah that this trick does not have bash results. Self made all it took was faith and lots of hope. Understand this the realest shit I ever wrote. Arab from the middle east Jerusalem. Duplicate me will never be I'm hot as Lucifer. Palestine mastermind rowie face bezels shine. Smoking good counting paper tryin' to dodge the Babylon. Yeah I'm well respected and that's on any block. Talk about the gutter you just pray to make it out. Puffing ganja with them wassels with them dreadlocks. Cracking lots with them mobsters get your dog shot. I'm fucking molding foreign without an owner. Motherfucking neighbours bought the whole corner. Bought the whole blockstuntin' on you fuck boys. We the best of all gotta get that young boy. Gotta let me get 'em. Nah Ace they don't want war. Just let me get 'em. Nah Ace they don't want war. I got 'em I got 'em. Nah Ace they don't want war. Cause that's that shit we came for. (Khaled). Steamed fish was amazing matter of fact. Let me get some jerk chicken to go. Grabbed me one of them lemon pie theories. And let me get some of them cash you theories too. And give me another champaingne cola. But let me ask you a question. What happened to them people asking about me. You supposed to bring them to me. (Waitress). Dey no sai mistar Khaled. Dey say me one thang one dat you. It let those take their next chance. And dem boi just. And just cut gone cut. (Outro). Hahahaha I always told my dogs everyone got a choice. Everyone kiss the ring