Scratching the Surface
(K-Squared)
You in the head of a young king
My trainers worn out from trying to run things
I mean you never really know with this life
You never know the places I could go with the mic
Man, the doors that could open, the chances that come
And lately niggas waking up, I think I've begun to finally
Turn heads and raise eyebrows
I got these other suckas building hype now
But I refuse to let ’em all in, it’s tricky when it's personal
But I’ll let them scratch the surface though
In life, we only really live for moments like this
I’m thinking bout the past as I lay the acoustics
Yo I’m thinking bout my football every shot I ever missed
And every goal I ever scored and every tackle and assist
I reminisce bout every single girl I ever kissed
And every girl I didn't, one too many on the list
But it's all good vibes see I don't roll with pessimists
Oh you say I'm whack? Please don't be ridiculous
Oh you say I'm whack? Please don't be ridiculous
The same niggas that were cold, wanna come and chill with us
The same ones who didn't want nothing to do with us
Acting like they cool with us, well ain't that crazy though?
But it's okay see we ain’t petty we ain’t babies no
In life you realise sometimes you let it go
From recording with a phone mic to the one of my laptop
Always tryna find a way to make it sound better
Steady stocking up on the equipment in the studio
From the dynamic, we record with a condenser
Hey! Looking back, man we've come a long way
I rep BTOWN; got love for Lilongwe
Feel my heart and soul and mind in every line
Now I’m getting recognition screaming it's about time
And I been getting attention from different dimes
The gold-diggers just want me to make ‘em mine
But I got real fans too so don't you ever think to doubt ‘em
Got my songs stored up, I guess you say I cloud (iCloud) ‘em
Ha! Let that sink in like it's knocking
I know what you prolly thinking bout my noggin
I ain’t crazy, I'm wavy from the ocean I've been tossed in
And when I rap it's ill and deadly; got you coughin' (coffin)
I remember when I was a little boy, I'd do
Anything to take me back to the days
I was a handful, you can ask Malvin or Atu
But now they see me say my nigga you've aged
Moving on, new chapter, different page
I'm working way too hard, as if a nigga was paid
I’m putting in the hours, Will they appreciate?
I don't know cause it seems that they feel the need to hate
And that's life, who ever really knows just where the time goes?
Who got the answers to all the questions that I've posed?
Every man wanna know just what his purpose is
But for now, we'll just keep on scratching surfaces
Who ever really knows just where the time goes?
Who got the answers to all the questions that I've posed?
Every man wanna know just what his purpose is
But for now, we'll just keep on scratching surfaces
Yeah