P, nahmean? Real talk
On some 'Brokest Rapper You Know' type ****, nahmean?
Do the knowledge

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 ***kin' slob

Listen, I ain't had a hit since '96
Ever since then my career be 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 ***ked 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 **** is a thing of the past
Took the ring off my finger, sold the thing for some cash
The nice *****z 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
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 ***kin' slob

Yeah, you know how it go when you got no dough
*****z goin' out to party and you got no clothes
And when you do get clothes, then you can't go out
That's the ******** 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
*****z 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 matchin' hood
*****z think I'm fly, that I'm actually all good
But I bought it from an African traffickin' bad goods

Money ain't a thing says the guy who's rich
While the broke mother***ker thinkin' life's a *****
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 you made, got no dedication
Look at the mess you made, you're a ***kin' slob

How you gonna be broke and your last name Price?
That's like, sweatin' bullets and your nickname ice
How ironic, take two pulls, p*** 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, mother***ker

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 ***kin' slob

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 ***kin' slob