[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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 n***as 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