Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Missy Elliott
Vocals
Grand Puba
Vocals
Mary J. Blige
Vocals
Smokey Robinson
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Al Cleveland
Songwriter
Grand Puba
Songwriter
Mary J. Blige
Songwriter
Clarence Satchell
Songwriter
Gregory Webster
Songwriter
Johnny Bristol
Songwriter
Leroy Bonner
Songwriter
Lisa Peters
Songwriter
Marshall Jones
Songwriter
Marvin Pierce
Songwriter
Mike Jones
Songwriter
Norman Napier
Songwriter
Qur'an H. Goodman
Songwriter
Ralph Middlebrooks
Songwriter
Tony Dofat
Songwriter
Walter Morrison
Songwriter
William Jeffrey
Songwriter
William "Smokey" Robinson
Songwriter
Melissa Elliott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Marcella Araica
Assistant Recording Engineer
Vadim Chislov
Assistant Recording Engineer
Carlos Bedoya
Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Quran Goodman
Producer
Chris Brown
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah, Missy Elliott, Grand Puba
[Verse 2]
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
I'm talking 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 till I was nice and grown
Sick of daddy mouth till six in the morn'
On and on and on till the record scratch
And if I made a few scraps I would never come back
Take moms with me and a few ADATs
And make a song about dad and tell pops he's a rat
[Verse 3]
Y'all don't really know my life
Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle
Y'all don't really know my fears
And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble
Y'all don't really know my life
Y'all don't really know my struggles and how much liquor I guzzle
Y'all don't really know my fears
And how many years to get here but I'm ready to rumble
[Verse 4]
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 something like that **** Marshall Faulk
I'm a low key ****, a OG ****
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 Point ho
[Verse 5]
Yo, yo Puba hold up
Let's take em back on some 411 shit
Mary!
[Verse 6]
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 fighting with my ex-lovers
Stayed in lots of trouble, blessings then I had recovered
Had to pay them bills, the places I lived
Messing 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
[Verse 7]
Y'all don't really know my struggles
Had two or three jobs I had to juggle
And all them liquor shots from the pain I covered
Struggling 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
[Verse 8]
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
Written by: Al Cleveland, Andrew Noland, Grand Puba, Gregory Webster, Johnny Bristol, Leroy Bonner, Lisa Peters, Marshall Jones, Marvin Pierce, Mary J. Blige, Mike Jones, Missy Elliott, Norman Napier, Qur'an H. Goodman, Ralph Middlebrooks, Tony Dofat, Walter Morrison, William "Smokey" Robinson, William Jeffrey