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letra de behold - a3er

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[verse 1]
got everything but secrets to hold
the money tough but i’m tougher
all because pockets was low
if this pen was a glock i’d clock a clip and reload it
pride come before the fall, but not my money i stay focused
stay like the bieber or maybe rihanna
i thought digging deeper would solve all my problems
i’m like an answer sheet: come to me your problems is solved
but by all means to some errors i know i’m not absolved
i walk around to get away from it all
but lord knows, i can’t stand on business if it’s too tall
i stack money not to the ceiling, just to thе wall
its not mellow but i’ll still pass that sh-t like i’m ball
i try convincing her that shе didn’t see what she saw
but best believe all she saw was that i’m not involved
i wish this tree leaves was money all green like árbol
or sight seeing my future in her crystal ball

[chorus]
but heaven behold
ain’t told the story i know
about a boy hiding between
all the words that he wrote
in his room past ten
the walls closing in
he wanted to feel death
but his weapons were pens
[verse 2]
so he crossed out his name over and over
can only imagine angels frowning
over his shoulder
i don’t f-cking know is
all of
all of
words that he told her
and ain’t no rock
he wrote heavy sh-t like-
he wrote heavy sh-t like-

“everyone’s appeased
they rushed to feel war
but never met peace
the hunt open seasoned
lied for no reason
off with his head
charge? just treason”

[verse 3]
and now i write for my leisure
my pen thrash like a seizure
that boy i can’t remember him well
cause he really succeeded
in deleting himself
in making rooms where he could always hide what he felt
in his defense his head had lots of room
for goblins, goons and elves
[verse 4]
shots caught on the body cam
sick, baby let me chop up like karate man
no will smith but i’ll smack the sh-t outta ya
n-ggas think it’s sweet, but i am no coward
you better watch your alowance
you better check on your balance
these n-ggas only breathe the air that i choose to allow them
20 f-cking pistols to his head
ha
we not outing him
this murder sh-t is heavy when i talk
don’t doubt on it

[chorus]
but heaven behold
ain’t told the story i know
about a boy hiding between
all the words that he wrote
in his room past ten
the walls closing in
he wanted to feel death
but his weapons were pens

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