PHZ-Sicks

PHZ-Sicks - Self-Improving

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[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)

Thanks to PHZ-Sicks for correcting these lyrics

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