Peej Capeesh - Design

This all came from design
I was mashing pedal while ya boy was clocking time
I think that this the time
Y'all be acting out and I stick to what's inside
To my gut yeah
I ain't running outta luck
Yeah the boy a saint
Got the pot inside my dutch
I came thru in the clutch
Imma sensei, gotcha heads all looking up

I lay this down like pavement
She say she digging me cause she fucking with the cadence
Peep the picture that I'm painting
We going through some changes but in there we still hanging
Yuh
I know we ain't in touch
But know that I got love for those that I don't talk to much
Things been going up
I'm talking bout them dollars like I was in them clubs
But maybe in some months
I'll be in that bitch with a cup and some bucks
For now I'm on the grind
Putting pieces to the puzzle
Getting things to fall in line, hoe

This all came from design
I was mashing pedal while ya boy was clocking time
I think that this the time
Y'all be acting out and I stick to what's inside
To my gut yeah
I ain't running outta luck
Yeah the boy a saint
Got the pot inside my dutch
I came thru in the clutch
Imma sensei, gotcha heads all looking up

It could've been a maybe
But I decided get up do it to it on the daily, grind
Don't need a hoe to save me
Need some hope and some savings
Got the dope and it's crazy
Could've been up in a casket
But I was born to ball
Shooting buckets getting baskets
Ain't stopping till it's lavish
And I touch down like its madden
In a place thats everlasting

This all came from design
I was mashing pedal while ya boy was clocking time
I think that this the time
Y'all be acting out and I stick to what's inside
To my gut yeah
I ain't running outta luck
Yeah the boy a saint
Got the pot inside my dutch
I came thru in the clutch
Imma sensei, gotcha heads all looking up

Written by:
Patrick Jackson

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