Mental Breakdown - Mental Breakdown - Came From Nothing (Ft. Jimmy Taylor) lyrics

[Verse 1: Jimmy Taylor] Trap business what I make, Trap money what I take These f** n***as with the jakes. These f** n***as on shake Y'all the type of n***as to get raped. Y'all soft n***as too cake Hope all y'all catch lupus, cuz all y'all n***as fake With a mac making n***as do a backflip Heard you n***as s** dick like an actress If a n***a got a problem get your Mac 10 Around me get robbed and stabbed quick How y'all n***as probably die for a thot? But you n***as diss my gang, and y'all ain't got guap My n***as is reckless. They'll snatch up your necklace They'll go get some Becky. shoot up a tacky Eat b**hes for breakfast, These n***as got problems? These n***as want war? We slay em' like Buffy n***as can't snuff me. n***as can't touch me You're lowkey unlucky, I am Captain America My n***as be the gang and my n***as they be Bucky Mental go mental. Thug instrumental. Mental go mental Don't know what he been through I'm with my dogs. Y'all n***as shih tzus, My n***as tough Y'all n***as soft Y'all n***as lost Y'all n***as off My n***as Raw Y'all n***as lost Y'all n***as soft f** n***as give me a round of applause [Hook: Jimmy Taylor & Mental Breakdown] Came from nothing from zero. No money, no hoes No cash, no b**hes. No cars, No clothes No clones you should overdose f** with my clan and leave comatose How you gonna hate when our flows are dope But it's over though, we just roll with blows When you're home alone, we go covert O We load the doe, when we go for broke We atom bombs up own the low. Our flow is gold, and y'all flow's a joke Came from nothing from zero. No money, no hoes No cash, no b**hes. No cars, No clothes [Verse 2: Mental Breakdown] Check out the animal, I'll man handle you, brother! My spit does more than any hammer do Cuz In my home the candles flew, with the door handles too Rappers be like "Damn It's You." And demand a truce Yeah.... Now I'm after you, I learned from ba*tards fool Because my cuz crafts lead I decap heads... I turned him to a crip, And then his blood ran red... I gun down Feds... Then we run round, when the suns down, JT They'll be DumbFoundDead... Maybe in a trash can, in the bad lands Beefing with me is like being trapped in an avalanche Buried underneath a Pompey cattle ranch Me and JT go and battle clans And My Microphone Machete leave you less than half a man, (Damn) I master hand to hand, when the hammer lands You'll show up to your prom In the back of an ambulance Ain't no one on my level, but you'll get a metal If you step to Mental then we'll settle man to man They call me the candy man. Cuz I murder with a hook I'll leave a s**er shook I'm a king to your rook, so I do it by the books And I tell it how it is, I'm a hellish psychedelic relic, A felon selling Explosive gel and, the sh** to split your melon. Here lets play a game... I'll shoot you I'm the dome, and you tell me what the shell is Maybe a point forty four hollow point Grenades finna be filled with incendiary pellets You know Jimmy and Mental make the hottest joints [Hook: Jimmy Taylor & Mental Breakdown] Came from nothing from zero. No money, no hoes No cash, no b**hes. No cars, No clothes No clones you should overdose f** with my clan and leave comatose How you gonna hate when our flows are dope But it's over though, we just roll with blows When you're home alone, we go covert O We load the doe, when we go for broke We atom bombs up own the low. Our flow is gold, and y'all flow's a joke [Jimmy Taylor] Came from nothing from zero. No money, no hoes No cash, no b**hes. No cars, No clothes