Missy Elliott My Struggles (feat. Mary J. Blige Lyrics
            [Grand Puba]
            Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba
        
            [Missy Elliott]
            Y'all don't really know who I am, God d___
            I'm like grease in the frying pan cause I am
            bacon, eggs, toast, b___er
            Smooth s__y 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 s___ 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 n____ Marshall Faulk
            I'm a low key n____, a O.G. n____
            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" s___
            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
        
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