Hey...Say pimp, this to everybody stretched out
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behind the wall,
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Countin' days on their calendar...
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Flippin' pages, month to month
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Hey man... I don't give a damn 'bout how other folks
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treat you man
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[Intro:]
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I just wanna let you know pimp,
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You ain't missin' nothin' homeboy
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Real Talk
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I know the times seem long,
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Just try and keep strong
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Put on your headphones and rewind this song
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Remember you ain't missin' nothin' homes,
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I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes
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Hey, just now the club on hold and the broads on pause
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You get home, it's gonna be waitin' on y'all
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So dog, just know, for real
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You ain't missin nothin homes
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I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes
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On Everyting
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My uncle did a decade,
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Came home, hit the ground runnin' gettin' paid like he never did a day
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Hit the streets, nigga still in the same place they were
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'fore we went in the chain gang,
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And doin' the same thing
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'Cause the game go on, you only did two days in the joint-
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The day you et locked up and the day you go home
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I know it feels like the world passin' you by,
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Like shit happenin' every day out there that you don't know 'bout
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Everytime you call home your baby momma show out,
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And your partners don't even send you flicks from when they go out
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But don't worry 'bout it or stress it, cause shawty know what?
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The time'll do it self, all you gotta do is show up
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Keep layin' down wakin' up,
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And thankin' the Lord
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And 'fore you know it they gonna open the doors
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True story, just prepare yourself for it,
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If you ain't got a plan what you need was a second chance,
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Shit, you gonna blow it!
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Learn and visualize what you thry to do,
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And do the time homeboy, don't let the time do you
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They say the time just flew on the street,
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Hard to believe from me never but you'll see soon as you on the streets
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I know the times seem long,
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Just try and keep strong
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Put on your headphones and rewind this song
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Remember you ain't missin' nothin' homes,
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I promise you ain't missin' nothin' home
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Probably thinkin' it's easy for me to say from here in the booth,
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But they showed ya, they'd put me in there with you
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Right now, locked down in the state of the fed, lay in the bed
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Prayin' it's over and over as you say in your head
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Yeah, next time I'm a be straight
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Just count down to my release date... peace of cake
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My nigga Kap right now, servin'a life sentence for a murder he committed,
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In self defense
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And in such good spirits, shawty ain't even trippin
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And I could be right in there with him, no bull shittin'
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He on his ninth year now, just waitin' to get out
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Got me thinkin' my shit ain't even worth complainin' about
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'Cause it could still be worse for sho'
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So you waitin' on me to lose ho, you got to kll me first
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I talked to my nigga Big Meedge, had to tell him the
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streets miss him just as much as he miss the streets
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Had to let him know whenever he released,
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We hittin' the club like '03, this time it's on me
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Yeah we laugh, reminisce for a minute and then I tell
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him just nobody ever did it as big
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It'll never be the same in this city again, closest
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you'll get is me and Jeezy and them
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So dog, if it seemas like you left behind, ten steps
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behind, just know it only gets better with time
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I know the times seem long,
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Just try and keep strong
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Put on your headphones and rewind this song
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Remember you ain't missin' nothin' homes,
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I promise you ain't missin' nothin' home
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You Ain`t Missin' Nothing
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T.I. |