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letra de came from nothing - mental breakdown

[verse 1: jimmy taylor]
trap business what i make, trap money what i take
these f-ck n-gg-s with the jakes. these f-ck n-gg-s on shake
y’all the type of n-gg-s to get raped. y’all soft n-gg-s too cake
hope all y’all catch lupus, cuz all y’all n-gg-s fake
with a mac making n-gg-s do a backflip
heard you n-gg-s suck d-ck like an actress
if a n-gg- got a problem get your mac 10
around me get robbed and stabbed quick
how y’all n-gg-s probably die for a thot?
but you n-gg-s diss my gang, and y’all ain’t got guap
my n-gg-s is reckless. they’ll snatch up your necklace
they’ll go get some becky. shoot up a tacky
eat b-tches for breakfast, these n-gg-s got problems?
these n-gg-s want war? we slay em’ like buffy
n-gg-s can’t snuff me. n-gg-s can’t touch me
you’re lowkey unlucky, i am captain america
my n-gg-s be the gang and my n-gg-s 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-gg-s shih tzus, my n-gg-s tough
y’all n-gg-s soft
y’all n-gg-s lost
y’all n-gg-s off
my n-gg-s raw
y’all n-gg-s lost
y’all n-gg-s soft
f-ck n-gg-s give me a round of applause

[hook: jimmy taylor & mental breakdown]

came from nothing from zero. no money, no hoes
no cash, no b-tches. no cars, no clothes
no clones you should overdose
f-ck 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-tches. 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 “d-mn it’s you.” and demand a truce
yeah…. now i’m after you, i learned from b-st-rds 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, (d-mn)
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 h-llish psychedelic relic, a felon selling
explosive gel and, the sh-t to split your melon. here lets play a game…
i’ll shoot you i’m the dome, and you tell me what the sh-ll 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-tches. no cars, no clothes
no clones you should overdose
f-ck 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-tches. no cars, no clothes

- mental breakdown

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