My Struggles (Feat. Mary J.Blige & Grand Puba) lyrics

Song information

Artist: Missy Elliott
Album: The Cookbook

Lyrics

[Grand puba]
Yeah, missy elliott, grand puba

[Missy elliott]
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 {?}
Go ask your brother if y'all don't believe
I control the industry cause missy in the lead
{*Scratching*} 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 (yes!)
Take moms with me and a few adat's
And make a song about dad and tell pops he's a rat (yes!)
Oah-kayyyyy!

[Scratched] hold up

[Chorus 2x: missy elliott]
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

[Grand puba]
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

[Missy elliott]
Yo yo puba, hold up
Let's take 'em back on some "411" shit
Ma-ryyyy!

{*Beat changes*}

[Mary j. blige]
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

[Chorus: missy] + (mary)
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)

[Scratched] I'm mary j. blige, for a fact I don't rap
[Scratched] grand puba, and the name ring bells
[Scratched] I'm mary j. blige, for a fact I don't rap
[Scratched] grand puba, and the name ring bells