Freeway - Combine the Coasts lyrics

[Verse 1: Freeway] Military minded Who got the best flow east to west coast Who got the best show east to west coast Matter fact, all around the globe, we are currently in Denmark Jump on jets and just close Shout out to Curren$y, every time we land switching fans, switching currencies And come to think, I used to stand up on the corner flip Gradually freezing, done can't send n***as to emergency Make their bigger brothers wanna murder me It's just to say they love me and they miss me, I'm their insulin Spit bars like a semiautomatic, from my deeper bring half of the instruments We're like Heinz, catch up and keep up City all be hop, beat the beat up Jack from the Bay area, them streets tough They need someone to take care of y'all, they tweet us We keep on airing you, the ACs, we're all year around, here you freeze up And please stop the second you meet us, we going to heaven cause we pray like Jesus Brothers on my tip cause I spit like this I'm coming with the flow, get dough like this quick You're wishing God woulda bless you with this gift Still, you would never ever flow like Freezer Flow monster, flow for four seasons, after the show take hoes to Four Seasons After we done put them in four cabs, gift all four, doggy bags, we even Steven, I wonder why they keep going, sweating me I feel like keef for the evening [Verse 2: The Jacka] Sounding like heave metal, tryna stay away from trouble n***as set the bar high then n***a, I raise the level Putting haters in the 'spital, squeeze the trigger on you, n***a I don't even give a f**, never wanna give this up 100 thousand in my clothes, f**in with my n***a Freezer That's my young n***a Free, take this sh** from my soul Then turn it into songs, that the hood appreciate The plug never seen my face, ship the d** to my place Then I ship 'em out of state, 50 time every day, them real numbers The kind of bread you gotta weigh, oh, I stand, knock you off Even if you got a K, even if you beg, n***a, even if you try to pay It's too late, you in the way, it's real pop My Naptown n***as waiting at the mailbox Waiting for the eagle to land, at the yayo' spot Praise Allah, mix a lot, cause we still hot Rappers try to copy our style but they still flop We still give n***as chills, we the real mob Black president here but it's still hard, just try to strike me out but I only fear God [Final Hook: Freeway] This is team early in the mob, we combine the coasts like a miracle from God This is team early in the mob, we combine the coasts like a miracle from God This is team early in the mob, we combine the coasts like a miracle from God This is team early in the mob, we combine the coasts like a miracle from God, n***a