Hey, this is the story of a young’n dreamin Left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin’ Big city on his own sh-t But every now and then a n-gga get home sick Pick up the phone, holla at my partner he telling em, be warned A lot of sh-t been changing the time you’ve been gone The streets got meaner, the hoes got growner And went and got baby’s the day they got a diploma Damn, there’ll be some n-ggas missing when you fly back If you black, they sending you to jail or to Iraq Old buddy that we hoop with, with a bad chick and a fly lac Anda gold chain, caught him on a merc, tryna buy crack Damn homie, sh-t, in high school you was the man homie F-ck happened to you, Used to beat n-ggas down at the buses after school Now you looking like a muthaf-cking fool
Say i’ll be home for the holidays So when you see me, better holla at me I gotta get up put this city ‘fore it try to trap me I gotta leave, i wish I could stay But i’ll be home for the holidays And to those that I used to know From way before, keep your head up Come lets get this bread up Girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay But I’m coming hme for the holidays
This is a story bout some puppy love But at the time boy, I was feeling like this must be love Although now Im on my grown sh-t She mad as hell, a n-gga still get home sick I was fresh up off a scholarship Dressed like a black man in college sh-t Got a little knowledge now Im 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 “we aint homies no more” You go to college and you act like you don’t know me no more
Girl, we got history semester seem so long The last time I seen ya baby you aint have no clothes on So if history repeats itself When I get home, girl its on, you aint gone need ya belt Or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the rewind Just don’t give it up in the meantime
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 That trying to get laid so i gotta stay fly But a n-gga had a shot you’d have thought thats where the bulls play Wished this freshman could used a little Kool-aid Crushing on them upper clansmen but it was tool late Buddy she was dating he had the freshest shoes But the n-gga was graduated but he never made two a’s Hey if you’re listening we got in to school But who will pay our tuition man These n-ggas crazy One year cost about the same as a Mercedes (benz) Four years cost white crib and a baby Ay maybe this aint for me If only i could be Lebron with the strength to leave The worst part about growing up man the shit just aint for free Maybe i can be someone people pay to see And maybe i should move up outta here to the place to be To get from a to z ay what you think im crazy If i told you one day that Imma sign with jay-z And will i make it i guess we gotta wait and seeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
