Rappin’ A$$ Rappers MOD SUN (Ft. G-Eazy & Meta (Rapper))

[Verse 1: MOD SUN]
Meta got mad bars, I got mad weed
G got mad bitches and they come easily
And this is errday, we do it frequently
See erryone I meet is fucking stoked at meeting me
And I got 4 chicks with dreads screaming “Free Love”
And we some cool mothafuckas so ain't nobody mean mug
And we some cool motha ah, but ain't that shit typical?
People showing love and knowing us everywhere we go

[Verse 2: Meta]
Women holler hourly
Twitter mentions out to eat
On show nights, cause hoes like
To feel like they’re out of reach
Oh psyche, I’m old spice
Look at him, look at me
He’s runner up like Bo Bice
A sucker word to Booker T
See til I don’t exist, but rollin’ out in Oakland bent
Soaking up the weather, stop at Nellie’s for neck bones and fish
And these rappers don’t rock, so they roll with this
Drop bars but I hold my lick

[Verse 3: MOD SUN]
So don’t be dead before they know that you’re alive
It’s the new hippie version of “I will survive”
I got the chimes of freedom, ringing in my mind
The direction, GPS can’t find
A lotta pride, focus on change so I ain't worried bout no dime
So watch me prove my point that the pen is more mighty than any swords
Flash seed equipped with an inner roach clip on the inside like décor
Barely got time to eat, or time to sleep, man I’m fucking bored uh
Got a promise to keep, and people to meet, a lot of calls get ignored