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