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pat dolla$ - fuck yo comparisons lyrics

verse 1

rollin up a list that always seems to get me p-ssed
cause half of these bums on it never really say sh-t
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 -ss 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
f-ck 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 p-rn freaks
born weak, but i’m coming on strong
middle finger up if you playing this song like

hook

f-ck yo comparisons (x3)
you can’t hear me turn up the volume then
f-ck 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, n0body 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 f-ck 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 b-tch, that’s what the rhyme says
f-ck the rest b-tch, 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

f-ck yo comparisons (x3)
you can’t hear me turn up the volume then
f-ck 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 mothaf-cking remedy, but now it’s
hotter than kate upton cooking in yo kitchen
b-st-rd 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 sh-t 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
k!lling the beat, screaming f-ck frat rap still!!!
we call that getting dismembered
you b-tches 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 hanc-ck
you got the key, then i got 10 locks
by the time you picked one
we already k!lled ya squad for fun boi
possibly people seeing me clearer
i guess its all expected cause my only compet-tion 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

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