Freeway, The Jacka - Combine the Coasts lyrics

Freeway [Philly Freezer]

[Freeway, The Jacka - Combine the Coasts lyrics]

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 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


Sounding like heave metal
Tryna stay away from trouble
Niggas set the bar high then nigga
I raise the level
Putting haters in the 'spital, squeeze
The trigger on you, nigga
I don't even give a fuck
Never wanna give this up
100 thousand in my clothes
Fuckin with my nigga Freezer
That's my young nigga Free
Take this shit from my soul
Then turn it into songs
That the hood appreciate
The plug never seen my face
Ship the drugs 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, nigga
Even if you try to pay
It's too late, you in the way, it's real pop
My Naptown niggas 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 niggas chills, we the real mob
Black president here but it's still hard
Judge trynna 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

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