Bible on the Coffee Table - Benny the Butcher

I got fronted a half a brick, he told me that was his last

And he kinda in some shit, so we need that fast

I thought about it, picked up the phone, I did the math

55 a gram, sell 'em for 90, that’s 20 cash

I ain’t really need the paper, I looked at it as a favor

Up top together, cell next to his, we was neighbors

I respected his gangster, he respected my hustle

Every time I came through to cop, I was buying double

Had a nigga with a spot, fronted half of what I got

Homey need that money, he gon' run through that quarter block

Never no bullshit, he always paid me fast

But damn, 3 weeks passed and I ain’t heard from his ass

Fuck it, I’ma pull up on him when I come from the building

But when I got to my spot, the door was kicked off the hinges

I pulled the pound off my hip, put one in the head

Anybody still there when I come in, they dead

I walked in, cabinets open, and the drawers was empty

Last time I checked, the stash in the wall was 50

Goddamn, fuck, now I’m heated

But wait, stay calm, now I’m thinking

Rolled a blunt, grab my other gun, now I’m tweaking

Somebody close, I know it.

Hit the hood, now I’m creeping

I got some more bad news just to add to the problem

The one that owe me locked in jail, that’s why I can’t find him

It’s bad timing, and that’s gonna hurt me

Down to my last 10, and I owe him 30

Truthfully, what would you do if you was me?

I took a bigger loss, ain’t like I bought jewels and sneaks

I know the rules of the hood, I don’t abuse the streets

And I accept the consequences if I choose to cheat

I took mine and laid low and kept goons with me

That’s how a day on the East Side usually be, ahhh

I see pictures on the wall, Bible on the coffee table

Bible on the coffee table

I see pictures on the wall, Bible on the coffee table

Bible on the coffee table

I don’t regret it, no, I don’t regret it

Hard decisions had to be made to get to where I’m headed

Some niggas want the fame, some niggas want the credit

The streets will eat you alive but only if you let it

I see pictures on the wall, Bible on the coffee table

I pray my next deal put a meal across the table

Drinkin' champagne, sittin' at the bosses' table

Gotta grind before you shine, nigga, that’s the laws of nature

I see pictures on the wall, Bible on the coffee table

Looked Judas in his eye, like, you gon' cross us, ain’t you?

Rise to the top, and when you drop that fall get fatal

I keep them shooters with me, protect me like a Charlie’s Angel