Bible on the Coffee Table Benny the Butcher

[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