Smooth sexy lover more fresh than [Incomprehensible]
Y'all don't really know my struggles
And if it ain't about paper, I don't waste my sells
I'm known around the map to always make a comeback
I burn baby burn like a Hunt's Pointe ho
Y'all don't really know my life
I went through some struggles fightin' with my ex-lovers
Had to pay them bills, the places I lived
I'm better off now that was in the past
Grand Puba, and the name ring bells
And if I made a few scraps, I would never come back
I had to tell them back up 'cause I was quick to smack 'em up
When I was young my pops, throw rocks
And make a song about dad and tell pops he's a rat, okay
Ram up in somethin' like that nigga Marshall Faulk
Stayed in lots of trouble, blessings then I had recovered
Strugglin' from the break-ups with my lover
Y'all don't really know my fears
Uhh, I'm talkin' to you man
Couldn't wait 'til I was nice and grown
Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle
And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble
Y'all don't know the half, don't know the half
I'm like grease in the frying pan 'cause I am
On and on and on 'til the record scratch
Pockets stop the bulk, green up like the Hulk
Sick of daddy mouth 'til six in the morn'
Yo yo Puba, hold up
I control the industry 'cause Missy in the lead
I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact I don't rap
Bacon, eggs, toast, butter
Grand Puba and the name ring bells
Entertain my guests in 'The Basement' like Tigger
With my upper hand, the fans call me Dapper Dan
Always shit talk to my moms and call the cops
I spit hot raps, then I check my traps
I had to take the good stuff with the bad
I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact, I don't rap
I'm Mary J. Blige, for a fact, I don't rap
Take moms with me and a few Adat's
I didn't give a what, Mary J. would act up
Go ask your brother if y'all don't believe
I had two or three jobs I had to juggle
I'm a low key nigga, a O.G. nigga
Y'all don't really know my fears
So the new school, new school need to learn yo
And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble
Now I'm thankful for the little things that I have
Let's take 'em back on some 411 shit
Mary
Y'all don't really know who I am, God damn
Yeah, I be that throwback cat, I throwback 'gnac
Messin' with them cats that's said to get I had to give
Y'all don't really know my life
And all them liquor shots from the pain I covered
Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle
