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st. laviathan - the sum of all fears كلمات الأغنية

intro: [st. laviathan]
(_ab with the heat boy!_)
perfection!
uh, perfection!
(laviamata records n_gga, hahaha)
i’m a motherf_cking perfectionist
i’m really good at what i do
i feel really good about myself (haha)
(glad you been listening… it’s good to know you been watching, haha…)

ab!! hahahaha…
n_gga we in oakland in this motherf_cker with this sh_t…
uh, yeah…
(saint is the victor)
uh, yeah, uh, yeah…

verse one:
if its one thing about me, i’ll fight to the end of it
how can i feel any more pain? i’m bred from it
who and just what i’ma run from? no evidence
don’t be mistaken b_tch, hoe not my temperament
got the f_ck up out my feelings, assembled sh_t
lеgacy left for my children, they bеnefit
shame that some missed on a blessing, they fled the ship
meanwhile i stand as a grown man, no petty sh_t
muscled my way in like conan, i’m heaven sent
rap game was lost as a nomad, i’m prevalent
love when they doubt me, need more to entice ’em
was throwed when they found me, my plight was survival
my foes live in shadows, began as disciples
leave when you down, when you up, turn to rivals
if i held my hand out right now, its to take something
learned not to put nothing past no one, saint coming
refrain:
beeyotch!
shout out to cuzzo for the gas!
westside!
yeaahh!
uh, uh..

verse two:
mercy was seldom, it sharpened my cadence
couldn’t do sh_t with them crumbs, no more waiting
back then, my well did run dry, i was jaded
always felt better with pressure, i paid it
no lie, i’m molded by hurdles no fake sh_t
only got time to be stalking my bank statements
knowing time waits for no man, i’ma chase it
still owe some d_ck to a thick one in vegas
a message from saint, toast a shot to my haters
won’t ever let my soul rot for the paper
need a vacation, might hit up the bay
shout out to ab for looping the yay
just keep it consistent, that’s all that i’m asking
let it be “f_ck me” still, long after platinum
first shall be last in the end, no distraction
only thing love ever did was distract me

spoken:
yeah! st. laviathan n_gga!
ha! that’s my motherf_cking n_gga ab on the motherf_cking beat by the way!
(ab with the heat boy!)
beeeeeyyyoootttcccchhh!
outro:
saint is the victor, you’ll feast on what’s left
(too much.., too much… pressure, pressure, all pressure)
saint is the victor, you’ll feast on what’s left
(straight pressure, that’s all, just pressure)
every year, every day, of your motherf_cking life, n_gga pressure… (raa! raaa! raa!!!)
i’ma be pressure all day and you can’t do sh_t about it n_gga… (ahhh! ahhhh! ahhhhhh!!!)
know what i’m what i’m saying?
period!
point blank bih, period n_gga
dade county n_gga (laviamata)
straight up worldwide takeover n_gga, motherf_cker
(north miami)
all day, all day n_gga, pressure, don’t even think n_gga
don’t think, don’t think, no motherf_cking thinking! what!
f_ck conscience, hahahaha…
scared n_gga? hahahahaha….

- st laviathan

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