Combine the Coasts - The Jacka, Adam Sampler, Freeway

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