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 [Incomprehensible] Go ask your brother if y'all don't believe I control the industry 'cause Missy in the lead Uhh, I'm talkin' 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 'til I was nice and grown Sick of daddy mouth 'til six in the morn' On and on and on 'til the record scratch And if I made a few scraps, I would never come back Take moms with me and a few Adat's And make a song about dad and tell pops he's a rat, okay 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 somethin' like that nigga Marshall Faulk I'm a low key nigga, a O.G. nigga 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 Pointe 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 fightin' with my ex-lovers Stayed in lots of trouble, blessings then I had recovered Had to pay them bills, the places I lived Messin' 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 I had two or three jobs I had to juggle And all them liquor shots from the pain I covered Strugglin' 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 Grand Puba, and the name ring bells