My Struggles (feat. Mary J. Blige & Grand Puba)

Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba

Y'all don't really know who I am, god damn

I'm like grease in the frying pan 'cause I am

Bacon, eggs, toast, butter

Smooth sexy lover more fresh than others

Go ask your brother if y'all don't believe

I control the industry 'cause Missy in the lead

I'm talking to you, man

With my upper hand, the fans call me Dapper Dan

When I was young, my pops throw rocks

Always shit-talk to my moms and call the cops

Couldn't wait till I was nice and grown

Sick of daddy mouth till six in the morn'

On and on and on till the record scratch

And if I made a few scraps I would never come back

Take moms with me and a few ADATs

And make a song about dad and tell pops he's a rat

Y'all don't really know my life

Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle

Y'all don't really know my fears

And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble

Y'all don't really know my life

Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle

Y'all don't really know my fears

And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble

Yeah, I be that throwback cat, I throwback 'gnac

I spit hot raps then I check my traps

Pockets stop the bulk, green up like the Hulk

Ram up in something like that **** Marshall Faulk

I'm a low key ****, a OG ****

Entertain my guests in the basement like Tigger

Grand Puba and the name ring bells

And if it ain't about paper I don't waste my sells

So the new school, new school need to learn yo

I burn, baby, burn like a Hunt's Point ho

Yo, yo Puba hold up

Let's take em back on some 411 shit

Mary!

I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap

I'm known around the map to always make a comeback

I went through some struggles fighting with my ex-lovers

Stayed in lots of trouble, blessings then I had recovered

Had to pay them bills, the places I lived

Messing with them cats, that's said to get I had to give

I had to tell them back up 'cause I was quick to smack 'em up

I didn't give a what, Mary J. would act up

Y'all don't really know my struggles

Had two or three jobs I had to juggle

And all them liquor shots from the pain I covered

Struggling from the break-ups with my lover

Y'all don't know the half, don't know the half

I'm better off now that was in the past

I had to take the good stuff with the bad

Now I'm thankful for the little things that I have

I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap

Grand Puba and the name ring bells

I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap