My Struggles Missy Elliott (Ft. Grand Puba & Mary J. Blige)

[Intro: Grand Puba, Missy Elliott]
Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba
(Ho-ho-ho-hold up)

[Verse 1: Missy Elliott]
Y'all don't really know who I am, goddamn
I'm like grease in the frying pan 'cause I am
Bacon, eggs, toast, butter
Smooth, sexy lover more fresh than others (Aah!)
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 (Whoo!)
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 he's a rat (Yes!)
Okay!
(Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hold up)

[Hook: 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
(Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-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
(Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-hold up)