Kulprit D – All Old Everything [Oldie Remix] Lyrics
What is this? It's not the Kulprit D sound
We know this nigga trap. He should have turned this beat down
He's on some Wolfgang stuff. What is he losing it now?
It seems I had to lose it for more fans to be found
Cause I like the trap stuff and the big 808s.
And I'll change that style up 'til I am blue in the face
I give it my own touches, they still say it's the same
And, even though it isn't, I still changed up my game
Thank God a rapper who adapts and is lyrical
We been waiting since X. This must be a miracle
Not every song deals with bitches and weed
Or the Phantoms with racks like those poster boys for greed.
It's about the cities that I run in and the things that I read
And that girl that wants my jock with her provocative tweets
And the girls I used to love and the guys I should have beat
And just needing to happy and fulfilling that need
Marvel Comic mode-- I'm feeling kinda daring
They said, "leave OF alone" and I'm not even caring
"Man, this verse ain't Hodge." Why are you even comparing?
And, yes, my skin is pale. Nigga, why are you staring?
Couldn't find the instrumental to UOENO.
So, I'll murk this here beat and that's just how it go
I feel like AGD and I have kinda switched roles
I hope that that Tyler hears this and says, "What does he know?
Fitted-cap faggot with his Wackstreet-ass flow.
Rapping about love, wasting lines on a ho?
Hey, Dom, grab the van we're gonna drive to his show
And what the f**k's an AGD? I'd like to know."
Me and those guys? I feel we the realest
"I copped Palindromes. Damn, why do I feel this?"
Why are you plugging something that's not yours?
See, rappers nowadays think support is a chore
See, I'm an old soul
With brand new twenties watch me blow those
Spilling out green like a blown nose
You can't get a gig. You're a no-show
Funny how I make a beat my own
Funny how I make a booth my home
Funny how you not watching your tone
Funny how I wish I had some clones
I'd need about 300 and some
Send one to every town for my work to be done
Do some shows, meet some chicks, have some fun in the sun
Spread my name, get the fame, then morph back into one
Cause the sky seems like a limited limit
So all the homies that you kick it with, tell them get with it
I'm on the straight and narrow but I'm wanting to pivot
Being real-- nigga, that's my gimmick
My Tyler impression needs work
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