Freeway - Combine The Coasts lyrics

rate me

feat. The Jacka

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 niggas 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 airing you, the ACs, we’re all year around, here you freeze up

And please stop the second you meet us, we’re 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 master, 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

Sounding like heave metal, tryna stay away from trouble

Niggas set the bar high but nigga, I raise the level

Putting haters in a spill, squeeze the trigger on you, nigga

I don’t even give a fuck, never wanna get a suck

100 thousand in my call, fuck with my nigga Freezer

That’s my young nigga Free, take this shit from my soul then turn it into songs

Never could appreciate the plug, never seen my fate, ship the drugs to my place

Then I ship ‘em out of state, 50 time every day, them real numbers

The kind of bridge you gotta play, oh, I stand, knock you off

Even if you got a K, even if you beg, nigga, even if you try to pay

It’s too late, you in the way, it’s real pop

My uptown niggas waiting at the mill banks, waiting for the eagle to land

At the yell spot, praise the lot, mix a lot, ‘cause we still hot

Scramblers try to copy us down but they still flat

We still getting niggas chills, we the real mob

Black president here but it’s still hard, just try to strike me out but I only fear 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

This is team early in the mob, we combine the coasts like a miracle from God, nigga