Desperate
P.E.A.C.E., Aceyalone, Myka 9, Omid Walizadeh
[Verse 3: P.E.A.C.E]
Treasure, fortunes, dynasty's
I've been chased threw a gang of cars
Bobbing and weaving
Throwing shit, making sounds to deceive them
Hitch a ride on the thief who believe em'
Had to stop for hot dogs
I got lost in a crowd of folks
Heading west bound to the carnival
Bought a ticket, cotton candy
And I board the merry go round
It's a quarter to 4
I'm bored
That's when I'm spotted
By the dark brown Ford
Once again it's on
Drop the cheap ass teddy and the bag of popcorn
I'm pushing people down trying to get through
So I might check you yo'
I am through G don't you know