11PM with India (Outro)

[Intro]
Hey, Glo
Oh yeah
Slime, slime
Comin' through your hood, blowin' up every street
Oh yeah
Grra, grra, grra
Damn
It's like 11:00, I'm talkin' to India right now
I love you, Indy (Mhm)
Grra, grra, grra
Damn
Oh yeah

[Verse 1]
I woke up this morning, I thought about Blue
Man, free all the men, I'm still missin' 'em too
Man, Bam ain't here, but a nigga still hurt
Bro heart slowin' down, told him, "Chill on the percs."
You speakin' on me, I can't wait 'til I catch you
Junkies uptown still callin' me, "Nephew"
Got love for they hood, I been payin' they rent
I knew I was gon' blow when I was rappin' at Kent
We was starvin' like shit, man, niggas was hungry
Got back on my feet, nigga, shoutout to Tony
I started this shit, niggas know that they owe me
Put on for my way, I'm the neighborhood trophy
Still vent to my cup when I'm missin' my homies
I'm still fucked up, what they did to lil' Jay
And I feel like Saddam, I could blow any day
How you hop in the streets and you turned to a sucker?
I think about Myles when I talk to his mother
Man, shit fucked up, nigga, free his big brother
Man, where would I be without Indy?
'Cause back in the day, I was goin' through Hell
Man, P's touched down, they got shipped through the mail
The way I finessed, I been flirtin' ol' girl
(The way I finessed, I been flirtin' ol' girl)
(Oh yeah)

[Dialogue]
Damn near every song I made...
3 AM, Codeine Cowboy
All that shit...
Shit was...
Nigga in my room
Nigga, I'm really destined for greatness, on bro
I'm really one of them ones, on bro (Ah shit)

[Verse 2]
They tellin' me shit, man, they all in my head
While I'm makin' this shit, I just shed me a tear
Man, niggas be cappin', they stuck in my mentions
I'm uppin' my bike if I start feelin' tension
I came a long way, used to post in the trenches
I'm always on point, man, I stay with my gun
I'm only nineteen, 'bout to have me a son
Indy really my heart, man, she one of them ones
How you run it up but yo' lawyers be scared
Bro almost so [?], back from the dead
I think to myself, I had talks in my head
When they speak on the men, man, I start seeing red
You play with my money, gon' die 'bout this paper
You play with the Boosie, you meetin' yo' maker
[?] county with two-four, I feel like a Laker
Niggas envy my life, I'm surrounded by haters

[Outro]
I'm really like...
I shed a tear while makin' this letter
Really some real shit, on bro, like...
Really miss all my homies
I ain't gon' lie...
I'm still goin' through it
But, I'm rappin' now, so make the best out of everything
Shit gettin' real
Long live all the guys (Shh)
Somebody tell Indy, I love her, that's my baby forever-ever-ever-ever (Haha)