[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 fuck, never wanna give this up
100 thousand in my clothes, fuckin with my n***a Freezer
That's my young n***a 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, 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, judge trynna 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