Tree (Clean)

Igh
Uh, uh

My mama used to always keep a lil' bit of (Shh)
The incense in the window while she foldin' our clothes (Huh)
And though life will have its issues, there would never be
A problem with the tree
She told me "Son, don't worry, don't you have no shame (Huh)
There's gonna be frustration in this white man's game
And they're gonna have us tied up once it's legalized (Igh)
Because it is a tree" (Ooh, yup)

My mama had to work (Igh, huh)
My mama had to birth (Two kids)
My mama drove to church
And ironed shirts and kept a smirk (Yeah, yeah)
And I think my mama must've worked
That saltine at the factor', why?
She came home cryin'
Said, "I'm tired of these crackers" (Igh)
I roll up
For pretty girls that's on their grind, gettin' paid (Huh)
I roll up (Igh)
For women who life wasn't no crystal staircase (Huh)
And I roll up for any my that's stuck in that jam (Ha)
Torn from their family, hustlin' grams (Ha, ha)
We love you, we smokin' on big Uncle Sam
Dispensary is a government scam (Igh, igh)
My cousin my man, the plug is my mans (Igh, igh)
My whole life look like I been rubbin' a lamp (Igh, igh, skrrt)
The like I rolled up a rug in my hand (Igh)
Stop, look, duck in my hand (Pssh, hm)
If it ain't a buck in my hand
Fist full of bullets, I'm flippin' the bird
It's a plane, it's a don't-give-a in my hand (Brrt)
If we roll up, we flame up (Huh)
Yes, we flame up (Igh)
If we pull up, ain't no change up (Ha)
Don't play with our money, it's dangerous (Ha, ha)
Ain't no more sharecroppin', this for my mama (Ha, ha)
I promise I'm the game up (Ha, huh)
This for my ladies that's makin' it happen
You ready? I'm ready to flame up

My mama used to always keep a lil' bit of (Shh)
The incense in the window while she foldin' our clothes
And though life will have its issues, there would never be
A problem with the tree
She told me "Son, don't worry, don't you have no shame
There's gonna be frustration in this white man's game
And they're gonna have us tied up once it's legalized
Because it is a tree"

Like my girls like, homegrown
Angie get stoned, Cheech and Ch-Chong
All the casa negros gone
It, get stoned, Craig and Smokey
(Ee) Angie get stoned
(Ee) Angie get stoned
(Ee) Angie get stoned
(Ee) Angie get stoned (Uh)

My mama had to work, yeah, my step-daddy had the work
Don't expect me to pass the purp'
'cause Pastor Purp ain't at this church
So God forgive me, God forgive me, holy smokes like religion
I be smokin' like an engine, can't play poker like syringes
Blow a pound like I'm Jenny Craig, I'm cold as Winnipeg
When me and Chance smokin' them plants, we turn to Bill and Ted
All my be strictly meds, my blunt be thick as legs
Yellow, white, look like grits and eggs
Smoke a blunt for Chi'raq, catch a contact
I don't know where my eyes at, they on her thigh tat'
I'm sorry, I got side-tracked, but I'ma hit you with a sidebar
You could pull up in a fly car, I'ma pull off in a flying car
That's cap if they say we cap, I crack they freakin' knee-caps
And Chance gave me a 3 Cap to cover up all these naps
A dreadlock Rasta, bandana red like pasta
I steal a, like a Mazda

My mama used to always keep a lil' bit of (Shh, lil' bit of shh)
The incense in the window while she foldin' our clothes
And though life will have its issues, there would never be
A problem with the tree (A problem with the tree)
She told me "Son, don't worry, don't you have no shame
There's gonna be frustration in this white man's game
And they're gonna have us tied up once it's legalized
Because it is a tree"

Like my girls like, homegrown
Angie get stoned, Cheech and Ch-Chong
All the casa negros gone
Fuck it, get stoned, Craig and Smokey