Home for the Holidays

Lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 tellin' me be warned A lot of shit done changed in the time that you been gone The streets got meaner, the hoes got growner And went and got babies the day they got they diplomas, damn Gon' be some niggas missin' when you fly back If you Black, they sendin' 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? You used to beat niggas down at the buses after school Now you lookin' like a motherfuckin' fool [Chorus] 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 comin' home for the holidays, yeah [Verse 2] Hey, this is a story 'bout some puppy love But at the time, boy, I was feelin' 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 followin' 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 your belt Or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the rewind Just don't give it up in the meantime [Chorus] Hey, 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 comin' home for the holidays [Verse 3] Man I reminisce on them school days I know you know, them act a fool days That miss the bus, then hit the blunt and go to school blazed Tryna 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, coulda used a little cool aid Crushin' on an upperclassman, but it was too late Buddy she was datin', yeah, he had the freshest shoes But the nigga graduated and he never made two A's Hey, if you're listenin' We got in school, but who gon' pay our tuition, man? These niggas crazy One year cost 'bout same as Mercedes Four years cost wife, crib, and a baby Ayy, maybe this ain't for me Only if I could be LeBron and go straight to league The worst part of growin' up, man, shit just ain't for free But maybe I can be somebody people pay to see Ayy, maybe I should move up out here to the place to be To get from A to Z, ayy, would you think I'm crazy? If I told you one day that I'ma sign with Jay-Z? Ayy, will I make it, man? I guess we gotta wait and see [Chorus] 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, I wish I could stay But I'm comin' home for the holidays, yeah