Benny the Butcher — Bible on the Coffee Table

[Verse 1] 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 [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] 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