feat. The Jacka
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Military minded
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Who got the best flow east to west coast
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Who got the best show east to west coast
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Matter fact, all around the globe, we are currently in Denmark
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Jump on jets and just close
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Shout out to Curren$y, every time we land switching fans, switching currencies
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And come to think, I used to stand up on the corner flip
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Gradually freezing, done can't send niggas to emergency
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Make their bigger brothers wanna murder me
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It's just to say they love me and they miss me, I'm their insulin
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Spit bars like a semiautomatic, from my deeper bring half of the instruments
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We're like Heinz, catch up and keep up
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City all be hop, beat the beat up
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Jack from the Bay area, them streets tough
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They need someone to take care of y'all, they tweet us
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We keep airing you, the ACs, we're all year around, here you freeze up
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And please stop the second you meet us, we're going to heaven 'cause we pray like Jesus
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Brothers on my tip 'cause I spit like this
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I'm coming with the flow, get dough like this quick
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You're wishing God woulda bless you with this gift
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Still, you would never ever flow like Freezer
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Flow master, flow for four seasons, after the show take hoes to Four Seasons
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After we done put them in four cabs, gift all four, doggy bags, we even
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Steven, I wonder why they keep going, sweating me I feel like keef for the evening
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Sounding like heave metal, tryna stay away from trouble
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Niggas set the bar high but nigga, I raise the level
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Putting haters in a spill, squeeze the trigger on you, nigga
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I don't even give a fuck, never wanna get a suck
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100 thousand in my call, fuck with my nigga Freezer
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That's my young nigga Free, take this shit from my soul then turn it into songs
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Never could appreciate the plug, never seen my fate, ship the drugs to my place
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Then I ship 'em out of state, 50 time every day, them real numbers
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The kind of bridge you gotta play, oh, I stand, knock you off
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Even if you got a K, even if you beg, nigga, even if you try to pay
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It's too late, you in the way, it's real pop
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My uptown niggas waiting at the mill banks, waiting for the eagle to land
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At the yell spot, praise the lot, mix a lot, 'cause we still hot
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Scramblers try to copy us down but they still flat
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We still getting niggas chills, we the real mob
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Black president here but it's still hard, just try to strike me out but I only fear God
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This is team early in the mob, we combine the coasts like a miracle from God
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This is team early in the mob, we combine the coasts like a miracle from God
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This is team early in the mob, we combine the coasts like a miracle from God
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This is team early in the mob, we combine the coasts like a miracle from God, nigga
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Combine The Coasts
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