Mess You Made - Sean Price, Block McCloud

Nahmean, real talk

On some «Brokest Rapper You Know» type shit nahmean?

Do the knowledge

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

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

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

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

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 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

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)