Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Struggles, artist - Missy Elliott. Album song The Cookbook, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.07.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ATG, Atlantic
Song language: English
My Struggles |
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 |
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 that and tell pops it’s a wrap (YES!) |
Oah-KAYYYYY! |
hold up |
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 |
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 |
MA-RYYYY! |
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 |
+ (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) |
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 |