Treacherous

The last time I talked bout my pain I ain't feel heard
Just sitting there with a blank face no words in return 
I know that you ain't never seen yo ace up on a shirt
But like let me know that it's okay to hurt the way I hurt
That's all I ask of you so why you get an attitude
When I feel the need to tell to you 'bout us trappin' on that avenue
You dead wrong
But it's not yo fault it must've been sum that I said wrong 
I wish they ain't cremate 'em just wanna visit my dawg headstone 

I dread songs now 
Look my dreads long now
I'm in they headphones now
I know a nigga who was broke he got two cellphones now
Know a nigga told but it ain't take much he got a velcro mouth
Look, know a nigga who played safety, on the field he ain't miss a ball 
Now that blick off safety he official he don't miss a call 
Ian too confrontational but you best not piss me off
And that's just for yo safety lately I been spinning off the walls like a bey blade
Bitch we spray k's don't end up in that 'spital
Don't end up in that 'spital
Remember my first oz hoping I would get a knick off
Knowing that shit og but you know me still stacking proceeds
I wish they would've told me
I wish they would've told me
I wish they would've told me
My bros wasn't gone be here with me and get to see the old me
I wish they would've told me
I also say that cuz I think I really miss the old me but the new me the real me
They used to try to belittle me
Now when I pop out they make faces like I'm filthy uh
In the past all I wanted was a layup they ain't pass
Now I dunk on they ass like my last name spell out wiggins uh
When I drop my album promise ima turn my city up
I don't give a fuck since my homies died Ian been generous 
Niggas claim that they on that front line that front line tenuous
Make a sub he got in dropped a dime this shit get treacherous 
They wish he would've stayed on that side line they gave that boy a dub
And that's all facts
Bro perform magic with that stick
He got a tall hat
I was the hot head out me and Nick
I used to talk back
Now I look at favorites in my phone
Like damn I can't even call slat
I can't even call slat

The last time I talked bout my pain I ain't feel heard
Just sitting there with a blank face no words in return 
I know that you ain't never seen yo ace up on a shirt
But like let me know that it's okay to hurt the way I hurt
That's all I ask of you so why you get an attitude 
When I feel the need to tell to you 'bout us trappin' on that avenue
You dead wrong
But it's not yo fault it must've been sum that I said wrong