TIMBO (INTERLUDE)

I told my momma send the cash app

I ain't have no father, had to thug it out in the dad hat, shit forreal,

The shit you struggle with, I laugh at

I put the world up on my shoulders you did half that, the shit was ill

But I had the coldest, heart on my shoulders, had to cut my sleeves, just feel that breeze

I ain't have no motives

I was out here cruisin'

Cali like Uchis, and the view was scenic, my bitch the meanest, I'm Tempur-Pedic, and

I had them shawties goin' down like a fiend on a opiate, but

Ill stay around if she lean like a Coi-leray, I can't even say I'm on time if I'm always late

How the fuck you say you on your grind if you always late, ooh, I can see it in your eyes, you ain't motivated

How you plan to see for this life, you ain't cultivated

Throw up a bag of I bet Im running to it, you know I always kept a job just like I'm Zip Recruiter

I swear these **** Judas turn their back on God like the, I swear these, yeah, how the fuck you turn your back on God, I swear these **** Judas