Fuck Yo Comparisons Lyrics
Verse 1
Rollin up a list that always seems to get me pissed
Cause half of these bums on it never really say shit
Part of me frustrated that I ain't a part of it
And the other part, don't know why they compare me to it
Listen Up, I ain't your average Cracker
Tryna rap just to rhyme words
It's like the fattest ass walking by a pastor
I'm tryna make your mind curve
Yea you fly but you ain't got a direction, you a blind bird
I ain't Eminem, Marshall or Shady
Mac, Asher, Machine Gun Kelly, Chris Webby or Yelawolf
Take another look
No offense But im tryna write my own book
Fuck a Melody, I got them Ali Hooks
Heir to the Throne, Fresh Prince of Brooklyn
Even bout to make Blue Ivy start cooking
Dolla$ Boi, you know the flow's not cheap
My name bout to hold weight like Monique
Graduated from the Bottom, now I'm on a Boca Beach
But My pockets got so much room to fill I call em Porn Freaks
Born Weak, But I'm coming on strong
Middle Finger Up if you playing this song like
Hook
You can't hear me Turn up the Volume Then
Fuck Yo Comparisons (x3)
Middle Finger in the Air, Let the Wave Begin, I Said
Verse 2
So I look like Em? Sound Like Hov?
Flow Like Cole? That's It
I'm bout to grab my machete
And go tommy vercetti
Till all ya resemble confetti
Or ya face down in a levi
Everybody's got a Blog, Nobody got a face
Everybody is Different, but ya share the same taste
But ya all cut throat, wouldn't share the same plate
So it's fuck ya burgers when I say my grace, Amen
I'm done playing games with you Cubes
Day of Reckoning, Mine is coming very very soon
I made it in the Jungle like Mowgli and Baloo
But I'm still dealing with rats like Colette Tatuo
I'm the best bitch, that's what the rhyme says
Fuck the rest bitch, that's what the rhyme says
Fair warning this whole track will Sting Ya
You playing it now then lift up your middle finger
Rollin up a list that always seems to get me pissed
Cause half of these bums on it never really say shit
Part of me frustrated that I ain't a part of it
And the other part, don't know why they compare me to it
Listen Up, I ain't your average Cracker
Tryna rap just to rhyme words
It's like the fattest ass walking by a pastor
I'm tryna make your mind curve
Yea you fly but you ain't got a direction, you a blind bird
I ain't Eminem, Marshall or Shady
Mac, Asher, Machine Gun Kelly, Chris Webby or Yelawolf
Take another look
No offense But im tryna write my own book
Fuck a Melody, I got them Ali Hooks
Heir to the Throne, Fresh Prince of Brooklyn
Even bout to make Blue Ivy start cooking
Dolla$ Boi, you know the flow's not cheap
My name bout to hold weight like Monique
Graduated from the Bottom, now I'm on a Boca Beach
But My pockets got so much room to fill I call em Porn Freaks
Born Weak, But I'm coming on strong
Middle Finger Up if you playing this song like
Hook
You can't hear me Turn up the Volume Then
Fuck Yo Comparisons (x3)
Middle Finger in the Air, Let the Wave Begin, I Said
Verse 2
So I look like Em? Sound Like Hov?
Flow Like Cole? That's It
I'm bout to grab my machete
And go tommy vercetti
Till all ya resemble confetti
Or ya face down in a levi
Everybody's got a Blog, Nobody got a face
Everybody is Different, but ya share the same taste
But ya all cut throat, wouldn't share the same plate
So it's fuck ya burgers when I say my grace, Amen
I'm done playing games with you Cubes
Day of Reckoning, Mine is coming very very soon
I made it in the Jungle like Mowgli and Baloo
But I'm still dealing with rats like Colette Tatuo
I'm the best bitch, that's what the rhyme says
Fuck the rest bitch, that's what the rhyme says
Fair warning this whole track will Sting Ya
You playing it now then lift up your middle finger
Hook
Fuck Yo Comparisons (x3)
You can't hear me Turn up the Volume Then
Fuck Yo Comparisons (x3)
Middle Finger in the Air, Let the Wave Begin, I Said
Verse 3
I'm on the brink, what you think I can't do?
I'm make small things go big like Blink 182
Used to be MC Kennedy, Breaking down yo extremities
With the illest mothafucking remedy, but now it's
Hotter than Kate Upton cooking in yo Kitchen
Bastard play yo position and give me recognition
I eat everybody period but, No Chin of Crimsion
Urban Dictionary flow, Now watch all of ya go, there
Man I ain't even on ya planet, on ya level
I rap you tremble, I spit crack rocks without the bezel
Aye who knows what I'll do next
Like a chokeslam from Undertaker boi I'm aiming at they necks
If they tryna contest that shit that comes from Inside of My Chest
Yea, this maybe one of my best ever
I'm real at being real, ya real at being pretenders
The flow is sicker than ever, Shining harder than Goldmember
Killing the Beat, Screaming FUCK FRAT RAP STILL!!!
We call that getting dismembered
You bitches failed the test on being remembered
And now I'm in control of the game, Won't lose that
I got the lane, Won't fuse that
With anybody, Faster than a Bugatti
You beating me is like a Blood driving a Blue Maseratti
I'm on fire, I can't stop
I got a super hero will, the White Hancock
You got the key, then I got 10 locks
By the time you picked one
We already killed ya squad for fun boi
Possibly people seeing me clearer
I guess its all expected cause my only competition is the mirror
I'm chasing cash, making hits boy, Surf Club
Like Eminem and Wayne, Boy I'm showing No Love
This is a relapse off of my previous failure
Overdosing on something that does not include Drug paraphernalia
I roll succes up in a check in the form of a blunt
And watch the money come smoking out of the front yea
You see I'm fully committed, Fully focused
Fully did it to be something that they always notice
Fully spit it to be something they can never cope with
I'm in love with the game, never romantically hopeless Unh
You claim to be at the top, I never seen ya
Your name speaks money, I'll be happy to meet ya
But if not, Get out the spot and stop making it hot
Dolla$ will never give Half like 9 shots, I'm on top
Fuck Yo Comparisons (x3)
You can't hear me Turn up the Volume Then
Fuck Yo Comparisons (x3)
Middle Finger in the Air, Let the Wave Begin, I Said
Verse 3
I'm on the brink, what you think I can't do?
I'm make small things go big like Blink 182
Used to be MC Kennedy, Breaking down yo extremities
With the illest mothafucking remedy, but now it's
Hotter than Kate Upton cooking in yo Kitchen
Bastard play yo position and give me recognition
I eat everybody period but, No Chin of Crimsion
Urban Dictionary flow, Now watch all of ya go, there
Man I ain't even on ya planet, on ya level
I rap you tremble, I spit crack rocks without the bezel
Aye who knows what I'll do next
Like a chokeslam from Undertaker boi I'm aiming at they necks
If they tryna contest that shit that comes from Inside of My Chest
Yea, this maybe one of my best ever
I'm real at being real, ya real at being pretenders
The flow is sicker than ever, Shining harder than Goldmember
Killing the Beat, Screaming FUCK FRAT RAP STILL!!!
We call that getting dismembered
You bitches failed the test on being remembered
And now I'm in control of the game, Won't lose that
I got the lane, Won't fuse that
With anybody, Faster than a Bugatti
You beating me is like a Blood driving a Blue Maseratti
I'm on fire, I can't stop
I got a super hero will, the White Hancock
You got the key, then I got 10 locks
By the time you picked one
We already killed ya squad for fun boi
Possibly people seeing me clearer
I guess its all expected cause my only competition is the mirror
I'm chasing cash, making hits boy, Surf Club
Like Eminem and Wayne, Boy I'm showing No Love
This is a relapse off of my previous failure
Overdosing on something that does not include Drug paraphernalia
I roll succes up in a check in the form of a blunt
And watch the money come smoking out of the front yea
You see I'm fully committed, Fully focused
Fully did it to be something that they always notice
Fully spit it to be something they can never cope with
I'm in love with the game, never romantically hopeless Unh
You claim to be at the top, I never seen ya
Your name speaks money, I'll be happy to meet ya
But if not, Get out the spot and stop making it hot
Dolla$ will never give Half like 9 shots, I'm on top
About
Genius Annotation
The second track off Pat Dolla$‘ first mixtape “Change Begins: The Prelude”
In this song, Pat Dolla$ calls on listeners to raise their middle fingers to the unnecessary comparisons in hip-hop/rap especially comparisons based on skin tone and/or race. Pat especially talks about his annoyance with being compared to other white rappers just because he’s also white.
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