Mr. Wise - 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 Ona**is Coming out the pool, natural hair, looking the baddest My problems have become f**ing 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 n***as 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 Emba**y Eating homard et coquilles St. Jacques, living lavishly Abacus bond with my n***as 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 b**h 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 sh** (repeat)