Mess You Made by Sean Price 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)