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Yeah, Missy Elliott, Puba

Y'all don't know who I am, God damn
I'm grease in the frying pan 'cause I am
Bacon, eggs, toast,
Smooth lover more fresh than [Incomprehensible]

Go ask your brother if y'all believe
I control the industry Missy in the lead
Uhh, I'm to you man
With my hand, the fans call me Dapper Dan

I was young my pops, throw rocks
Always shit talk to my moms and the cops
Couldn't 'til I was nice and grown
Sick of daddy mouth 'til six in the

On and on and on 'til the record
And if I a few scraps, I would never come back
Take moms me and a few Adat's
And make a song about dad and tell pops he's a rat,

Y'all really know my life
Y'all don't really my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle
don't really know my fears
And how many to get here but I'm ready to rumble

Y'all don't really my life
Y'all don't really know my and how much liquor I guzzle
don't really know my fears
And how many to get here but I'm ready to rumble

Yeah, I be that throwback cat, I throwback
I spit hot raps, then I my traps
Pockets stop the bulk, up like the Hulk
Ram up in somethin' like that nigga Marshall

I'm a low key nigga, a O.G.
my guests in 'The Basement' like Tigger
Grand and the name ring bells
And if it ain't about paper, I don't my sells

So the new school, new school need to yo
I burn baby burn like a Pointe ho

Yo yo Puba, up
Let's 'em back on some 411 shit

I'm Mary J. Blige, for a I don't rap
I'm known around the map to make a comeback
I went through struggles fightin' with my ex-lovers
in lots of trouble, blessings then I had recovered

Had to pay them bills, the I lived
with them cats that's said to get I had to give
I had to tell them back up I was quick to smack 'em up
I didn't give a what, J. would act up

Y'all don't really know my
I had two or three I had to juggle
And all liquor shots from the pain I covered
from the break-ups with my lover

Y'all don't know the half, don't the half
I'm off now that was in the past
I had to take the stuff with the bad
Now I'm thankful for the little things I have

I'm J. Blige, for a fact, I don't rap
Grand Puba, and the ring bells
I'm J. Blige, for a fact, I don't rap
Grand Puba, and the name bells