PHZ-Sicks Self-Improving lyrics

[Verse 1: PHZ-Sicks]
Steady living on the edge of forever
I've hit my goals, but I know I can do better
I'm a trendsetter with a vicious vendetta
The incarnation of payback for Medgar Evers
My foot is on your neck and I won't let up
Got a hunger for success and right now I am fed up
Beach chair lounging with my Jackie Onassis
Coming out the pool, natural hair, looking the baddest
My problems have become fucking awesome
Like sand in my Nikes and some things don't need solving
Every single day, I'm steady evolving
Life so good that to you it's looking appalling
The pallbearers buried my past mistakes
They decayed and created the roses we see today
It's a great day and I made it, kept my heads to the skies
Now clouds have become a new fashion statement
And they like

[Hook: PHZ-Sicks]
What's up? How you doing?
I'm just stacking my paper, self-improving
Them ladies like
(What's up? How you doing?)
I'm just stacking my paper, self-improving
My niggas like
What's up? How you doing?
I'm just stacking my paper, self-improving
Them Queens are like
(What's up? How you doing?)
I'm just stacking my paper, self-improving

[Verse 2: PHZ-Sicks]

Kings and Queens, royalty
Is all they see when they see you and me
We have the paparazzi looking at Jay and B
And being like they have nothing on Sick and she
Toasting on the lawn of the French Embassy
Eating homard et coquilles St. Jacques, living lavishly
Abacus bond with my niggas who can count on me
See me at the Grammys, you can already picture me
Holding a bottle of that sweet taste of victory
Winning accolades, all from just being me
Paved my own lane in my mind's I-95
In my Streetcar named Desire, riding by
My past indiscretions, turn my lessons in to blessings
Fashion that bitch Karma in Karolyne A. dressing
Her hips sashaying, what are they saying?
Doesn't matter cause my fam is my biggest motivation
I paid my dues for success so when it's that time
I'm dancing through that door like a New Orleans Second Line
I paid my dues for success so when it's that time
I'm dancing through that door like a New Orleans Second Line, so

[Hook]

[Outro]
Word up, hey
Word up, hey
Word up, hey
Fo'real though
Shit
(repeat)