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About Tree, a song by the talented American rappers and artists, Chance the Rapper, Lil Wayne & Smino. Which is the latest track released by the Chicago rapper Johnathan Bennett, known professionally as Chance the Rapper, after the announcement on Instagram about the song’s release.

And the song is available for your free MP3 download here.
With the blended lyrics and melody, Chance the Rapper did a great job on the song. As a music lover or a fan of Chance the Rapper, you won’t regret adding this track to your music playlist.

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Tree by Chance the Rapper Lyrics

[Intro: Chance the Rapper]
Igh
Uh, uh

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
My mama used to always keep a lil’ bit of ‘dro
The incense in the window while she foldin’ our clothes (Huh)
I know life will have it’s issues, there would never be a problem with the weed
She told me “Son, don’t worry, don’t you have no shame” (Huh)
There 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)

[Verse 1: Chance the Rapper]
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 workеd that saltine at the factor’, why?
She camе 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 for women who like wine on crystal staircase (Igh, huh)
And I roll up for any my niggas that’s stuck in that jam
Torn from their family, hustlin’ grams
We love you, we smokin’ on big Uncle Sam
Dispensary weed is a government scam
My cousin my weed man, the plug is my man’s
My whole life look like I been rubbin’ a lamp (Skrrt)
The blunt like I rolled up a rug in my hand
Stop, look, duck in my hand (Hm)
If it ain’t a buck in my hand
Fist full of bullets, I’m flippin’ a bird, it’s a plane, it’s a don’t-give-a-fuck in my hand (Brrt)
If we roll up, we flame up (Huh)
Yes, we flame up
If we pull up, ain’t no change up
Don’t play with our money, it’s dangerous
Ain’t no more sharecroppin’, that’s for my mama, I promise I’m fuckin’ the game up (Huh)
This for my ladies that’s makin’ it happen, you ready? I’m ready to flame up

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper]
My mama used to always keep a lil’ bit of ‘dro
The incense in the window while she foldin’ our clothes
I know life will have it’s issues, there would never be a problem with the weed
She told me “Son, don’t worry, don’t you have no shame”
There 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

[Bridge: Smino]
Like my girls like weed, homegrown
Intricate stone, Cheech & Chong
All the Casamigos gone
Fuck it, get stoned
Craig & Smokey
(Ee) Intricate stone
(Ee) Intricate stone
(Ee) Intricate stone
(Ee) Intricate stone

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
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 weed be strictly meds, my blunt be thick as legs
Yellow Percocet’s, white Percocet’s, 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 side bar
You could pull up in a fly car, I’ma pull off in a flyin’ car
That’s cap if they say we cap, I crack they freakin’ knee-caps
And Chance gave me a three cap, to cover up all these naps
A dreadlock Rasta, bandana red like pasta
I steal a nigga bitch, like a Mazda

[Chorus: Chance the Rapper & Lil Wayne]
My mama used to always keep a lil’ bit of ‘dro (Lil’ bit of ‘dro)
The incense in the window while she foldin’ our clothes (Foldin’ our clothes)
I know life will have it’s issues, there would never be a problem with the weed (A problem with the weed)
She told me “Son, don’t worry, don’t you have no shame”
There 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

[Outro: Smino]
Like my girls like weed, homegrown
Intricate stone, Cheech, Chong
All the Casamigos, gone
Fuck it, get stoned
Craig and Smokey