My Struggles Lyrics - 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