Home for the Holidays

Hey, this is the story of a youngin' dreamin'

Left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin'

Big city on his own shit

But every now and then a nigga get homesick

Pick up the phone, holla at my partner he telling me, be warned

A lot of shit done changed in the time that you've been gone

Streets got meaner, the hoes got growner

And went and got babies the day they got they diplomas, damn

Gon' be some niggas missing when you fly back

If you black, they sending you to jail or to Iraq

Old buddy that we hoop with, with the bad chick and a fly 'lac

And a gold chain? Caught him on the Merc, tryna buy crack

Damn homie! Shit, in high school you was the man homie

The fuck happened to you?

Used to beat niggas down at the buses after school

Now you looking like a motherfucking fool

Said I'll be home for the holidays

So when you see me, better holla at me

I gotta get up out this city 'fore it try to trap me

I gotta leave, I wish I could stay

But I'll be home for the holidays (Yeah)

And to those that I used to know

From way before, keep your head up

Come let's get this bread up

Girl, I gotta go, I wish I could stay

But I'm coming home for the holidays (Yeah)

Hey, this is a story 'bout some puppy love

But at the time, boy, I was feeling like this must be love

Although now I'm on my grown shit

She bad as hell, a nigga still get homesick

I was fresh up off a scholarship

Dressed like a black man in college shit

Got a little knowledge now I'm following the politics

But I still gotta holla at my old chick

So sweet, so thick, girl pick up your phone, it's me

She said, "What, we ain't homies no more

You go to college now you act like you don't know me no more"

Girl please, we got history, semester seem so long

The last time I seen you baby you ain't have no clothes on

So if history repeats itself (Yeah)

When I get home, girl it's on, you ain't gon' need ya belt

Or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the rewind

Just don't give it up in the meantime

Said I'll be home for the holidays

So when you see me, better holla at me

I gotta get up out this city 'fore it try to trap me

I gotta leave, I wish I could stay

But I'll be home for the holidays (Yeah)

And to those that I used to know

From way before, keep your head up

Come let's get this bread up

Girl, I gotta go, I wish I could stay

But I'm coming home for the holidays

Man I reminisce on them school days

I know you know them act a fool days

That missed the bus then hit the blunt and go to school blazed

Trying to get laid so I gotta stay fly

But a nigga hella shy

You would have thought that's where the Bulls play

Was just a freshman could used a little cool, ayy

Crushing on them upperclassmen but it was too late

Buddy she was dating, yeah, he had the freshest shoes

But the nigga graduated and he never made two A's

Hey if you're listening, we got in school

But who will pay our tuition, man? These niggas crazy

One year cost 'bout same as a Mercedes

Four years cost wife, crib, and a baby. Ay maybe this ain't for me

Only if I could be LeBron and go straight to league

The worst part of growing up man: shit just ain't for free

Maybe I can be somebody people pay to see

And maybe I should move up out here to the place to be

To get from A to Z, aye what you think I'm crazy

If I told you one day that I'ma sign with Jay-Z

And will I make it, man? I guess we gotta wait and see

Said I'll be home for the holidays

And when you see me, better holla at me

I gotta get up out this city 'fore it try to trap me

I gotta leave, I wish I could stay

But I'll be home for the holidays (Hey)

And to those that I used to know

From way before, keep your head up

Come let's get this bread up

Girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay

But I'm coming home for the holidays (Yeah)