[Intro: ZEBeats]

Tic Tac

[Verse 1: ZEBeats]

Down to business like a coal miner

Spitting wisdom like an old timer

Rep West side no Mecca prayin'

Talking straight no decoration

Keep it real while this record playing

I’ll kill the beat that’s record breaking

Spit a lot but I’m never spraying

Cause the bars on point, exclamation

Way up, check the elevation

Count my blessings it’s a celebration

Of being young, of being dumb

Plus that Miggy’s hella Asian

Out of nowhere hit you with that

Just clearing out the riffraff

So if you wack then get back

Cause we gon’ blow up, Tic Tac

[Verse 2: Life’s Complex]

You want a miracle you look to the sky

When I need divine help I just look inside

Cause like a certain son I’m on the rise

So let me get started by cooking with wine

I’m steady young but I been wise

Using rubbers like I spin tires

People don’t know ‘bout the Tic Tac

Better inquire ‘bout the empire

I’m burning up while I’m preaching this sermon

You up in the grass then you probably a serpent

Nah I’m playin but we can’t be for certain

I’m doing a service when spitting these verses

I always murk it that’s a guarantee

If you searchin for a parody

Well then may I recommend a pair of parrots

Who be paraphrasing incomparably?

Man I been mad and it’s scaring the beat

My parents so G cause they carin for me

But apparently man the pairing is cheap

No super team, let the parity speak

Lock the game up, I’m declaring it free

Never came up, but the clarity’s peaked

An additional lie from despicable I

But I’m looking like Lincoln comparatively

Let’s fuck up some commas, man

Let’s fuck up some commas

And let’s duck all the drama

Tic Tac

[Chorus: Life’s Complex]

Commas man

Let’s fuck up some commas

Let’s fuck up some commas, man

Let’s fuck up some commas

Hundred thou, two hundred thou

Millionaire young money showers

Y’all already know what I’m talking ‘bout

Tic Tac, you sucking my dick, whoo

[Verse 2: Life’s Complex]

Fuck up some commas

It’ll bring all the drama

Baby I ain’t playing

We jet to the Bahamas

Give her that Vegas roll

But this ain’t Benihanas

And now that that’s been said

Let’s leave that shit behind us

It’s the cliché rhymer, hot like a sauna

Man this kid wild cause he spit like a llama

Bully on the beat hope I don’t get bad karma

Got the Camry in the cut bossing on the Impala

Your boy won’t fall man there ain’t no pit stopping

Finna rise to the top I’ma get to the chopper

And rappers can’t spit with original ish

But I cannot speak because this a remix

[Outro]

Ay yo, shout out ZEBeats out here man

Made me step my game up and shit

We brought the energy back

And if you ain’t know

I got a mixtape coming soon

Goes by the name of Broken Hearts

Tic Tac Squad!