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the sum of all fears - st. laviathan lyrics

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 lyrics

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