The Hugo Is Spoiled

Eww nigga! What is this kumbocha? Nah it's cool It's cool bruh I can catch it without it Sh-sh-sh-shopping with my wallet closed Uh Styling with these target clothes Drop a flow then adios Rapping then I strike a pose Ooh Guess I'm hoping that it captivates Taking so long that I'm pretty sure it aggravates (Ahhhhh) Veins popping out like super Saiyan People hate but what you saying Prolly hope they hating so my rhymes stick Who's dick is this can't be mines I'm not confident Hard to navigate this continent Uh When the fairer skins are dominant Bullets used as complements Grave stones are monuments Screw me too and your arguments Damn Not a diss just a play on words Cuts deep like there's knives at the end of my verbs You look disturbed But it's worse if I'm holding it in Might as well put the pain in the pen Uh Nah nigga "You ain't speaking bout no real shit" Hm "You don't know about this field shit" I know the choice is yours You think the money ensures That simple view on the shit that's adored Y'all sad as fuck What the hell you been through? Nothing Switcheroo like Ginyu Try a mile in my shoes Dripped so much i done slipped in my own juice Should've had a better angle right? it was obtuse Waited on my balls to drop Life's surprising got mollywopped Lessons came nonstop Knees scraping blacktops Glaring at the future from the rooftops Wait Before I jumped had an epiphany Hm The shit we see is only make believe Hidden true wit Maybelline Really want what y'all conceive Kind of wish I had a different destiny SPLAT!