Numbers - dp, Wara From The NBHD

Don’t take it for granted, I hate these niggas, I hate you too\nAnd you and you can suck my dick\nIf the plug hit my phone it’s ‘cause he know I could manage\nPlus he’s talking in Spanish\nI save my hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers\nMy hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers\nDon’t take it for granted, I hate these niggas, I hate you too\nAnd you and you can suck my dick\nIf the plug hit my phone it’s ‘cause he know I could manage\nPlus he’s talking in Spanish\nI save my hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers\nNigga I know tactics, I know funny faces soon as I see 'em\nIf he the nigga snitching then I wouldn’t wanna be him\nI don’t shake hands with the rookies or middle mans\nTake me to the and just let me know if it’s costly\nI’m tryna push the Porsche with the shiny new exhaust things\nIce out the window, don’t look, might turn you to frosting\nI come from the ghetto with diamonds and wig-splitters\nAnd bitches kickin' doors too, fucking gold digger\nSee if it ain’t dollar bills, just tell 'em go figure\nDon’t ask me how I plan on makin' it, I plan on takin' it\nLike the dice shooters staring at the pot\nOr they get into it where we tryna get a lot\nStreet smart nigga precisely just spitting darts and\nAiming at you niggas' heads, I’m shooting for the charts and\nGold grilling niggas with the million dollar suits on\nI guess I can keep shit nigga rich\nI’m taking niggas spots even if they think they hot, or lukewarm\nYou’ve been warned with the answers\nCan’t last long with the answers, my nigga\nDon’t take it for granted, I hate these niggas, I hate you too\nAnd you and you can suck my dick\nIf the plug hit my phone it’s ‘cause he know I could manage\nPlus he’s talking in Spanish\nI save my hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers\nMy hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers\nDon’t take it for granted, I hate these niggas, I hate you too\nAnd you and you can suck my dick\nIf the plug hit my phone it’s ‘cause he know I could manage\nPlus he’s talking in Spanish\nI save my hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers\nI’m from the depths of the hollows of the valley where the cops go\nTo apprehend villains and outsiders would not go\nGot it from the asphalt, plug said the coke is\nWhole ounce in my pocket, powder slipping through the plastic\nOn those blocks them old heads started taxin'\nThem young niggas came back blastin', said fuck the shit\nTrey under my mattress, ratchet had a MAC-10\nKeef he had a 12 gauge, had a .38\n'Round the corner when Lil Cliff got blazed\nAnd ain’t nobody had no fucking answers when them cops had came\nA product of my environment, real violence shit\nIt’s no lie in here, there’s no alliances\nI cut that coke with the creatine\nMe and Keef boosting, half a key from a B&E\nSyringes and crack contraband in the living room\nI’m riding 'round dirty more than Arab in the inner tube\nYou been a newb, in middle school you was huffin' glue\nWould’ve kicked me out that bitch to quote the teacher he was cuttin' loose\nLocker room, stick him up for his shoes\nIPad and his loot, wish I could say it wasn’t true\nDon’t take it for granted, I hate these niggas, I hate you too\nAnd you and you can suck my dick\nIf the plug hit my phone it’s ‘cause he know I could manage\nPlus he’s talking in Spanish\nI save my hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers\nMy hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers\nDon’t take it for granted, I hate these niggas, I hate you too\nAnd you and you can suck my dick\nIf the plug hit my phone it’s ‘cause he know I could manage\nPlus he’s talking in Spanish\nI save my hood doing numbers, my hood doing numbers\nI’m tryna multiply my wages but, niggas tryin' my patience\nAsking me for fucking features with no intentions on paying 'em\nI’m paying niggas in bullets the size of a fucking dreidel\nMorph your brains to baklava, face into a bagel\nBeen deviant since a new born baby\nAt eight months I was teething on the handle of a MAC-10 in the cradle\nNo debatin', been wreaking havoc since the age of eight\nGot Satan praying that I don’t fall to Heaven’s basement\nI come up in that bitch with the scalpel, give his ass a face lift\nYou must be mistaken if you thinkin' this year ain’t mine for the takin'\nShould’ve been mine last year, apologies for my lateness\nI’ve been in the basement trainin', now I’m 99 all rated\nMost these rappers is synonym of anus\nI spit venom in the veins of foes till they eyes dilated, and they heart stop or\nBlows like Blanca knock your granny out the rocker, nigga