My Struggles Lyrics

My Struggles Lyrics

Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba

(Ho-ho-ho-hold up)

Y'all don't really know who I am, goddamn

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

Bacon, eggs, toast, butter

Smooth, sexy lover, more fresh than others (Aah!)

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 (Whoo!)

When I was young, my Pops'd 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 (Yes!)

Take Moms with me and a few ADATs

And make a song about that and tell Pops he's a rat (Yes!)

Okay!

(Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hold up)

Y'all don't really know my life

Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle (Yes!)

Y'all don't really know my fears

And how many years to get here, but I'm ready to rumble (Come on)

(Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hold up)

Y'all don't really know my life

Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle (Yes!)

Y'all don't really know my fears

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

(Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hold up)

Yeah, I be that throwback cat, I throw back 'gnac (Uh-huh)

I spit hot raps (Uh), then I check my traps (Whoa)

Pockets stop the bulk, green up like the Hulk (Uh-huh)

Ram up in somethin' like that nigga Marshall Faulk

I'm a low-key nigga (Whoo), a O.G. nigga (Whoo)

Entertain my guests in 'The Basement' like Tigger (Hold it)

Grand Puba and the name ring bells

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

So the new school, new school, need to learn, yo (Uh-huh)

I burn, baby, burn like a Hunts Pointe ho

Yo, yo, Puba, hold up

Let's take 'em back on some "411" shit

Maryyyy!

I'm Mary J. Blige – for a fact, I don't rap (Whoo!)

I'm known around the map to always make a comeback (Uh-huh)

I went through some struggles, fightin' with my ex-lovers (Huh!)

Stayed in lots of trouble, but since then I had recovered

I had to pay them bills (Come on!), the places I lived (Uh-huh)

Messin' with them cats that said, "To get, I had to give"

I had to tell them "Back up"

'Cause I was quick to smack 'em up (Uh-huh)

I didn't give a WHAT – Mary J. would act up (Woo)

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, yeah

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