Sean Price - Mess You Made Lyrics
[Featuring: Block McCloud][Sean Price:]P! ... Nahmean? Real talkOn some "Brokest Rapper You Know" type shit nahmean?Do the knowledge[Chorus: Block McCloud][sung]Look at the mess you made, with your reputationLook at the mess you made, you can't get a jobLook at the mess you made, got no dedicationLook at the mess you made, you're a *****in slob[Sean Price:]ListenI ain't had a hit since ninety-sixEver since then my career been twistsThe Fab 5 album got put on the shelfBut they still play "Leflah" on the Throwback at 12My man said he heard me on Mister CeeYeah that's cool but it don't equal chips to PThe brokest rapper you know sell crack after the showWith a fo'-fo' that'll blow back half your froThe drugs that I sold got *****ed up GodSo it's, Carhartt suits and construction jobsIt ain't rap dough but the money is coolGotta make sure Elijah ain't bummy at schoolI guess this rap shit is a thing of the pastTook the ring off my finger sold the thing for some cashThe nice niggaz broke, then the rest get paidDamn, look at the mess I made, the mess I made[Chorus: w/ ad libs][Sean Price:]Yeah you know how it go when you got no doughNiggaz goin out to party and you got no clothesAnd when you do get clothes then you can't go outThat's the bullshit I'm talkin about, check it out yoRags to riches and riches to ragsJust cashed a royalty check and can't get me a cabDo the next best thing, that's to get on the trainNiggaz lookin at me strange, tryin to size up my changeI gotta cut corners in order to look goodBathing Ape jeans, a jacket and matching hoodNiggaz think I'm fly that I'm actually all goodBut I bought it from an African traffickin bad goodsMoney ain't a thing says the guy who's richWhile the broke mother*****er thinkin life's a *****Slit my wrists with a knife or bladeDamn, look at the mess I made, the mess I made[Chorus: w/ ad libs][Sean Price:]Verse threeHow you gonna be broke and your last name Price?That's like, sweatin bullets and your nickname iceHow ironic, take two pulls, pass the chronicTryin to write a rhyme that'll get me out the projectsTry to write a rhyme that'll make me a mill'But if you into takin pills I got a spot in the 'VilleCause, right or wrong, I must get paidDamn, look at the mess I made, mother*****er~![Chorus: x2 w/ ad libs]
