[Sean Price:] P! ... Nahmean? Real talk On some "Brokest Rapper You Know" type shit nahmean? Do the knowledge [Chorus: Block McCloud] 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 you made, got no dedication Look at the mess you made, you're a fuckin slob [Sean Price:] Listen I ain't had a hit since '96 Ever since then my career in a twist 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 and 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 niggaz broke, then the rest get paid Damn, look at the mess I made, the mess I made [Chorus: Block McCloud] 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 you made, got no dedication Look at the mess you made, you're a fuckin slob [Sean Price:] Yeah you know how it go when you got no dough Niggaz 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 Niggaz lookin at me strange, tryin to size up my change I gotta cut corners in order to look good Bathing Ape jeans, a jacket and matching hood Niggaz think I'm fly that I'm actually all good But I bought it from an African traffickin man 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 [Chorus: Block McCloud] 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 you made, got no dedication Look at the mess you made, you're a fuckin slob [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 Tryin to write a rhyme that'll get me out the projects Try to 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. [Chorus x2: Block McCloud] 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 you made, got no dedication Look at the mess you made, you're a fuckin slob