Young Drummers

(Prod by Keyz)

(Mark A.)

Yeah.

Shout out to my homie Keyz man... Straight up.

Yea.

Girl you know I'm zonin,
In-between me and what I want I see no one...
You think you know me but you really don't though,
I feel like I already got my style up in a choke hold.
And I ain't even made it yet,
But baby they should pay me yeah,
Sound foreign like an Aston Martin,
Dudes be on the bench talkin you ain't even startin.

Man you ain't even gettin play time,
But I don't even need to go there,
I only focus on this music,
I do not give a fuck about the hos there.

Where I'm from, we learn to wear rubbers,
These hos set trips since you know that they love us,
All my beats bang my producers young drummers,
Why I am where I am that flight and Rob Summers yeah.

I said that's why I'm where I'm at right now,
Baby girl I write it down and without a doubt,
Just make it happen, how they never switch they actions?
I can't wait to drop this shit and see them folks reactions.

Turn around and twerk it for the boy I'm hella gone,
And she was like Mark all you do is goin hard,
And I was like yea just let me do my thing,
Baby where I'm from people tryin to make their way.
I say girl I'm on my way, I don't ever listen I just focus all day,
They be like damn how your vocals so far?
Couldn't tell you how many nights up in my car.

Spent so many nights workin,
I told you it's true,
I used to be hurtin, but right now I'm cool,
Just know somethin baby,
That life's not that simple,
One day I promise that it will be different.
That money goin come,
Bay we goin ball,
She be like hey, don't trip at all Mark,
I was like damn,
Fuck it I'll be fine,
Smokin on the strong,
While I'm praying for a sign,
While I'm lettin on my mind.

So I scream,
Girl let me do my thing,
Grindin everyday baby girl I'm on my way,
Trippin at the moment now I think that you know why,
I hope you faded every night.
Back when nineteen a true love.
What you know...
Woah...
Woah...