Scratching the Surface

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 B-Town; 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 ‘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' 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