Hey, say pimp,
This to everybody stretched out behind the wall,
Countin' days on their calendar,
Flippin' pages, month to month
Hey man, I don't give a damn bout how other folks
Treat you man
I just wanna let you know pimp,
You ain't missin' nothin' homeboy
Real Talk

[Chorus]
I know the times seem long,
Just try and keep strong
Put on your headphones and rewind this song
Remember you ain't missin' nothin' holmes,
I promise you ain't missin' nothin' holmes

Hey, just now the club on hold and the broads on pause
You get home, it's gonna be waitin' on y'all
So dog, just know, for real
You ain't missing nothing holmes
I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes
On everything

My uncle did a decade,
Came home, hit the ground runnin' gettin' paid like he
Never did a day
Hit the streets, nigga still in the same place they were
Before we went in the chain gang,
And doin' the same thing
Cause the game go on, you only did two days in the joint
The day you get locked up and the day you go home
I know it feels like the world passin' you by,
Like shit happenin' everyday out there that you don't know 'bout
Every time you call home your baby momma show out,
And your partners don't even send you flicks from when
They go out
But don't worry 'bout it or stress it, cause shawty know what?
The time'll do itself, all you gotta do is show up
Keep layin' down wakin' up,
And thankin' the Lord
And 'fore you know it they gonna open the doors
True story, just prepare yourself for it,
If you ain't got a plan what you need was a second chance,
Shit, you gonna blow it!
Learn and visualize what you try to do,
And do the time homeboy, don't let the time do you
They say the time just flew on the street,
Hard to believe from me never but you'll see soon as you
On the streets

[Chorus]

Hey, just now the club on hold and the broads on pause
You get home, it's gonna be waitin' on y'all
So dog, just know, for real
You ain't missin nothin homes
I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes

Probably thinkin' it's easy for me to say from here in the booth,
But they showed ya, they'd put me in there with you
Right now, locked down in the state of the fed, lay in the bed
Playin' it's over and over as you say in your head
Yeah, next time I'm a be straight
Just count down to my release date, peace of cake
My nigga Kap right now, servin' a life sentence for a murder he committed,
In self defense and in such good spirits, shorty ain't even tripping
And I could be right in there with him, no bull shittin'
He on his ninth year now, just waitin' to get out
Got me thinkin' my shit ain't even worth complainin' about
Cause it could still be worse for sho'
So you waitin' on me to lose hope, you got to kill me first
I talked to my nigga Big Meedge, had to tell him the
Streets miss him just as much as he miss the streets
Had to let him know whenever he released,
We hittin' the club like O three, this time it's on me
Yeah we laugh, reminisce for a minute and then I tell
Him just nobody ever did it as big
It'll never be the same in this city again, closest
You'll get is me and Jeezy and them
So dog, if it seems like you left behind, ten steps
Behind, just know it only gets better with time

[Chorus]

Hey, just now the club on hold and the broads on pause
You get home, it's gonna be waitin' on y'all
So dog, just know, for real
You ain't missin' nothin' homes
I promise you ain't missin' nothin' homes
On everything

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Writer(s): CHRISTOPHER GHOLSON, CLIFFORD HARRIS, JASON A. LEWIS, JULIO MIRANDA