Missy Elliott My Struggles Lyrics

My Struggles Lyrics

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