11PM with India (Outro) lyrics

[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 n*gga 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 sh*t, man, n*ggas was hungry
Got back on my feet, n*gga, shoutout to Tony
I started this sh*t, n*ggas know that they owe me
Put on for my way, I'm the neighborhood trophy
Still vent to my cup whеn I'm missin' my homies
I'm still f*cked up, what they did to lil' Jay
And I feel likе 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, sh*t f*cked up, n*gga, 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 sh*t...
sh*t was...
n*gga in my room
n*gga, I'm really destined for greatness, on bro
I'm really one of them ones, on bro (Ah sh*t)

[Verse 2]
They tellin' me sh*t, man, they all in my head
While I'm makin' this sh*t, I just shed me a tear
Man, n*ggas 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
n*ggas envy my life, I'm surrounded by haters
[Outro]
I'm really like...
I shed a tear while makin' this letter
Really some real sh*t, 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
sh*t gettin' real
Long live all the guys (Shh)
Somebody tell Indy, I love her, that's my baby forever-ever-ever-ever (Haha)