P. Stunna – The Mic Always Listens Lyrics
[Verse One: P-Stunna]
I remember hustling in Orlando
Everybody knew me, I didn't have no fans doe
Every nigga wanted me dead
Sometimes I'd wander the streets, hunting for a bed
I was failing in school
Smelling the drool
In a puddle on the desk
I'd wonder which path would be best
Should I start to sell crack
Or avoid Hell and rap?
Hip hop was calling to me
But street life had me falling with the Bs
I started to smoke empty
Every morning I woke up with envy
Niggas wanted to kill me
I wanted the same
If they didn't feel me
I'd clock them-what a shame
The Mic Always Listens
At night I was wishing
I could have someone who understood me
I was done cause every pony thought I should be
Emotions flying around the booth
It's Tha Crew til the end of time, I finally found the truth
I remember hustling in Orlando
Everybody knew me, I didn't have no fans doe
Every nigga wanted me dead
Sometimes I'd wander the streets, hunting for a bed
I was failing in school
Smelling the drool
In a puddle on the desk
I'd wonder which path would be best
Should I start to sell crack
Or avoid Hell and rap?
Hip hop was calling to me
But street life had me falling with the Bs
I started to smoke empty
Every morning I woke up with envy
Niggas wanted to kill me
I wanted the same
If they didn't feel me
I'd clock them-what a shame
The Mic Always Listens
At night I was wishing
I could have someone who understood me
I was done cause every pony thought I should be
Emotions flying around the booth
It's Tha Crew til the end of time, I finally found the truth
