You Ain't Missin' Nothin'

(albüm: Paper Trail - 2008)

[Intro: T.I.]
Ay... say, pimp...
This to er'body strecthed out behind the walls...
Counting days on they calendar...
Flipping pages month to month...
Ay, man, I'ont give a damn how other folks treat ya, man
I just wanna I wanna let ya know, pimp
Y'een missing nothing, homeboy... real talk

[Chorus: T.I.]
I know the time seem long, just try and keep strong
Put on ya headphones and rewind this song
Remember you ain't missing nothing, homes
I promise you ain't missing nothing, homes
Hey, just know the club on hold and the broads on pause
You get home, it's gon' be waiting on y'all
So dawg, just know fa real you ain't missing nothing, homes
I promise you ain't missing nothing, homes

[Verse 1]
On er'ythang
My uncle did a decade
Came home, hit the ground running getting paid
Like he never did a day
Hit the streets niggas still in the same place they was
'Fore he went in the chain gang and doing the same thing
Cuz the game go on, you only do two days in the joint
The day you get locked up and the day you go home
I know it feel like the world passing you by
Like shit happening everyday out there that you'ont know bout
E'rytime you call home ya baby mama show out
And ya pat'nas don't even send you flicks from when they go out
But don't worry bout it or stress it cuz shawty, know what?
The time do itself, all you gotta do is show up
Keep laying down, waking up and thanking the Lord
And 'fo you know it they gon' open the doors, true story
Just prepare yourself for it, if you ain't got a plan
What you need with a second chance? Shit, you gon' blow it
Learn and visualize what you tryna do
And do the time, homeboy don't let the time do you
They say the time just flew in the streets
Hard to believe from in there but you'll see soon as you on the streets

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
Probably thinking easy for me to say from here in the booth
But they showed you, they'll put me in there with you
Right now locked down in the state of the feds, lay in the bed
Playing this over and over as you say in ya head
"Yeah... next time I'ma be straight
Just count down to my release date..." piece of cake
My nigga Cap right now serving a life sentence
For a murder he committed in his self-defense
And in such good spirits shawty ain't even tripping
And I could be right in there with him, no bullshitting
He on his ninth year now just waiting to get out
Got me thinking my shit ain't even worth complaining about
Cuz it can still be worse fa sho
So you waiting on me to lose hope you got to kill me first
I talked to my nigga Big Meech
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 hitting the club like '03, this time it's on me
Yeah we laugh, reminisce for a minute and then
I tell him just know ain't 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 dawg, if it seem like you left behind, ten steps behind
Just know it only get better with time, fa real

[Chorus]

[ad-libs to fade]