Mess You Made

Lyrics

[Intro: Sean Price] P! Nahmean, real talk On some "Brokest Rapper You Know" type shit nahmean? Do the knowledge [Hook: Block McCloud & Sean Price] Look at the mess you made, with your reputation (Word?) Look at the mess you made, you can't get a job (Sean P) Look at the mess you made, got no dedication (Block McCloud, Boot Camp, Brooklyn [?]) Look at the mess you made, you're a fuckin' slob [Verse 1: Sean Price] Listen I ain't had a hit since '96 Ever since then my career been twists The Fab 5 album got put on the shelf But they still play "Leflah" on the Throwback at 12 My man said he heard me on Mister Cee Yeah that's cool but it don't equal chips to P The brokest rapper you know sell crack after the show With a fo'-fo' that'll blow back half your fro The drugs that I sold got fucked up God So it's, Carhartt suits, construction jobs It ain't rap dough but the money is cool Gotta make sure Elijah ain't bummy at school I guess this rap shit is a thing of the past Took the ring off my finger sold the thing for some cash The nice niggas broke, and the rest get paid Damn look at the mess I made, the mess I made [Hook: Block McCloud & Sean Price] Look at the mess you made, with your reputation (Uh-huh) Look at the mess you made, you can't get a job (Look at the mess I made, the mess I made) Look at the mess you made, got no dedication Look at the mess you made, you're a fuckin' slob [Verse 3: Sean Price] Yeah, you know how it go when you got no dough Niggas goin' out to party and you got no clothes And when you do get clothes then you can't go out That's the bullshit I'm talkin' about, check it out, yo Rags to riches and riches to rags Just cashed a royalty check and can't get me a cab Do the next best thing, that's to get on the train Niggas lookin' at me strange, tryna size up my chain I gotta cut corners in order to look good Bathing Ape jeans, a jacket and matching hood Niggas think I'm fly that I'm actually all good But I bought it from an African traffickin' mad goods "Money ain't a thing" says the guy who's rich While the broke motherfucker thinkin' life's a bitch Slit my wrists with a knife or blade Damn, look at the mess I made, the mess I made [Hook: Block McCloud & Sean Price] Look at the mess you made, with your reputation Look at the mess you made, you can't get a job (Look at the mess I made, the mess I made) Look at the mess you made, got no dedication Look at the mess you made, you're a fuckin' slob [Verse 3: Sean Price] Verse three How you gonna be broke and your last name Price? That's like, sweatin' bullets and your nickname 'Ice' How ironic, take two pulls, pass the chronic Tryna write a rhyme that'll get me out the projects Tryna write a rhyme that'll make me a mill' But if you into takin' pills I got a spot in the 'Ville Right or wrong, I must get paid Damn, look at the mess I made, motherfucker [Hook: Block McCloud & Sean Price] Look at the mess you made, with your reputation Look at the mess you made, you can't get a job (Look at the mess I made, the mess I made) Look at the mess you made, got no dedication Look at the mess you made, you're a fuckin' slob Look at the mess you made, with your reputation (P! Block McCloud) Look at the mess you made, you can't get a job (Yeah, look at the mess I made, the mess I made) Look at the mess you made, got no dedication Look at the mess you made, you're a fuckin' slob (Damn, look at the mess I made, the mess I made)