"My Struggles" as written by Maxwell Dixon, Mary J. Blige, Melissa A. Elliott, William Jeffery, Lisa Peters, Leroy Bonner, Marshall Eugene Jones, Ralph Middlebrooks, Walter Morrison, Norman Napier, Andrew Noland, Marvin R. Pierce and...
[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 others
Go ask your brother if y'all don't believe
I control the industry cause Missy in the lead
I'm talking 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!)
OK

Hold up

[Chorus: x2 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 something 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
Mary!

[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
(Struggling 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


Lyrics submitted by TheDirge

"My Struggles" as written by Leroy Bonner Mary J. Blige

Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC

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