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Came From Nothing by Mental Breakdown Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2016

[Verse 1: Jimmy Taylor]
Trap business what I make, Trap money what I take
These fuck niggas with the jakes. These fuck niggas on shake
Y'all the type of niggas to get raped. Y'all soft niggas too cake
Hope all y'all catch lupus, cuz all y'all niggas fake
With a mac making niggas do a backflip
Heard you niggas suck dick like an actress
If a nigga got a problem get your Mac 10
Around me get robbed and stabbed quick
How y'all niggas probably die for a thot?
But you niggas diss my gang, and y'all ain't got guap
My niggas is reckless. They'll snatch up your necklace
They'll go get some Becky. shoot up a tacky
Eat bitches for breakfast, These niggas got problems?
These niggas want war? We slay em' like Buffy
Niggas can't snuff me. Niggas can't touch me
You're lowkey unlucky, I am Captain America
My niggas be the gang and my niggas 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 niggas shih tzus, My niggas tough
Y'all niggas soft
Y'all niggas lost
Y'all niggas off
My niggas Raw
Y'all niggas lost
Y'all niggas soft
Fuck niggas give me a round of applause
[Hook: Jimmy Taylor & Mental Breakdown]

Came from nothing from zero. No money, no hoes
No cash, no bitches. No cars, No clothes
No clones you should overdose
Fuck 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 bitches. 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 bastards 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 sucker 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 shit 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 bitches. No cars, No clothes
No clones you should overdose
Fuck 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 bitches. No cars, No clothes