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 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 whеn I'm missin' my homies I'm still fucked 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, 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)