Benny the Butcher - Bible on the Coffee Table lyrics

Classix Beats 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