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[Verse 1: PHZ-Sicks]
Steady living on the edge of forever
Iâve hit my goals, but I know I can do better
Iâm a trendsetter with a vicious vendetta
The incarnation of payback for Medgar Evers
My foot is on your neck and I wonât 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 donât need solving
Every single day, Iâm steady evolving
Life so good that to you itâs looking appalling
The pallbearers buried my past mistakes
They decayed and created the roses we see today
Itâs 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]
Whatâs up? How you doing?
Iâm just stacking my paper, self-improving
Them ladies like
(Whatâs up? How you doing?)
Iâm just stacking my paper, self-improving
My niggas like
Whatâs up? How you doing?
Iâm just stacking my paper, self-improving
Them Queens are like
(Whatâs up? How you doing?)
Iâm 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 mindâs 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?
Doesnât matter cause my fam is my biggest motivation
I paid my dues for success so when itâs that time
Iâm dancing through that door like a New Orleans Second Line
I paid my dues for success so when itâs that time
Iâm dancing through that door like a New Orleans Second Line, so
[Hook]
[Outro]
Word up, hey
Word up, hey
Word up, hey
Foâreal though
(repeat)
- Album:
- The Moment (Mixtape)