Home For The Holidays Video (MV)

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'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 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 f*ck happened to you?
Used to beat niggas down at the buses after school
Now you lookin' like a motherf*ckin' 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 comin' home for the holidays (yeah)

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 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" (ayy, 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)

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
Tryin' 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 aid
Crushin' on the upperclassmen 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 a 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
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, ayy, would 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" (I'm comin' 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 (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)