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Youngoldhead

by Vin Mob

on Cross Roads Ep (2020)

Verse 1

Im the young old head
That means im a young og

You don't know me
You only know my name

Im not new to the game
I just didn't want to play

Cause I knew I would take it over
Im the star player

You're just posers
Im the one in ya girls room on a poster

Im Dwight Howard with the poster
And James Harden when I cook shit up

Russell Westbrook how I fuck it up
I'll be Jordan when im making mills

I ain't from buffalo
Yet I pay my bills

Im from where the yankees play
AKA where the junkies stay

I would serve all the fiends
To make green

My gas tank is filled half way
I don't let people gas my shit

My friends and my fam is my critics
Just so I can master my craft

Im going back to the future
You're stuck in the past

This life im living is great
Im a kitchen manager at chick Fil a

Im a milk man every Saturday
Im a security guard on some weekends

Also I got a job at a supermarket
I be on my grind you are not on my type of time

Chorus:
Im the young old head
I don't fuck with the feds
I take care of shit my self

If I do time I'd never rat
I don't fold under pressure like Jax

(Im the young old head
I don't fuck with the feds
I take care of shit my self

If I do time I'd never rat
I don't fold under pressure like Jax,)

Verse 2:

I was raised to never hit a woman
If you do you ain't a real man

If I see you try to swing on ya girl
I'll take your bitch ass out of this world

Let me guess you seen your dad hit your mother
Well then he's a bitch ass mother fucker

I see where you get it from
You and your dad is a bum

I do shit to make sure my fam is good
Im tryna take them out of the hood

You're spending money on weed and munchies
I play the lottery and maybe I'll be lucky

And actually win it
Call me Vin not Vincent

I don't play that shit
Catch me in any club

In V.i.P
If your girl is in my section ima kill it

Its V I N N Y
Coming straight outta NY

I don't need to smoke a blunt to get high
Im on a pj flying through the sky

While you fly on a commercial air line
My uncle is my pilot

What you know about it
My whole team is winners

My whole life I been a sinner
Im gods child

Yet Im satans son
I toture people for fun

I don't need a gun
Ill just kid nap you and tie you to a chair

Ill gut you in my lair
And sell your organs on the black market bitch


Chorus:

Im the young old head
I don't fuck with the feds
I take care of shit my self

If I do time I'd never rat
I don't fold under pressure like Jax

(Im the young old head
I don't fuck with the feds
I take care of shit my self

If I do time I'd never rat
I don't fold under pressure like Jax,)


Written By: VINISDEAD