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Benny The Butcher

Bible On The Coffee Table

 

Bible On The Coffee Table

(album: My First Brick - 2016)


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
Drinking champagne, sitting 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

done

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