Life's Complex - Commas (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: ZEBeats] Tic Tac [Verse 1: ZEBeats] Down to business like a coal miner Spitting wisdom like an old timer Rep West side no Mack or [?] Talking straight no decoration Keep it real while this record playing I'll k** the beat that's record breaking Spit a lot but I'm never spraying Cause the ball's 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 gra** 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 f** up some commas, man Let's f** up some commas And let's duck all the drama Tic Tac [Chorus: Life's Complex] Commas man, let's f** up some commas Let's f** up some commas, man Let's f** up some commas Hundred thou, two hundred thou Millionaire young money showers Y'all already know what I'm talking ‘bout Tic Tac, you s**ing my dick, whoo [Verse 2: Life's Complex] f** up some commas It'll bring all the drama Baby I ain't playing We jet to the Bahamas Give her her that Vegas roll But this ain't Benihanas And now that that's been said Let's leave that sh** behind us It's the cliche rhymer, hot like a sauna Man this kid wild cuz 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 sh** 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!