My mama used to always keep a lil' bit of dro

The incense in the window while she foldin' our clothes

And though life will have its issues, there will never be

A problem with the weed

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!" (Yup)

My mama had to work

My mama had to birth (Two kids)

My mama drove to church, and ironed shirts, and kept a smirk

And I think my mama must have worked at Saltine at the factor', why?

She came home crying, said, "I'm tired of these crackers!"

I roll up for pretty girls that's on they grind getting paid

I roll up for women who life wasn't no crystal staircase

And I roll up for any my **** that's stuck in that jam

Torn from their family, hustling grams

We love you, we smoking on big Uncle Sam

Dispensary weed is a government scam

My cousin my weedman, the plug is my mans

My whole life look like I've been rubbing a lamp

The blunt, like I rolled up a rug in my hand

Stop, look, duck in my hand

If it ain't a buck in my hand

Fist full of bullets, I'm flipping the bird

It's a plane, it's a don't give a fuck in my hand

If we roll up, we flame up

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 sharecropping, this for my mama

I promise I'm fucking the game up

This for my ladies that's making it happen

You ready? I'm ready to flame up

My mama used to always keep a lil' bit of dro

The incense in the window while she foldin' our clothes

And though life will have its issues, there will never be

A problem with the weed

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 weed, homegrown

Angie get stoned, Cheech and Chong

All the casa negros gone

Fuck it, get stoned, Craig and Smokey

Angie get stoned

Angie get stoned

Angie get stoned

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

Oh God, forgive me, God forgive me

Holy smokes, like religion

I be smoking 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 smoking them plants

We turn to Bill and Ted

All my weed be strictly meds

My blunt be thick as legs

Yellow Percocets

White Percocets 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 sidetracked

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' kneecaps

And Chance gave me a 3 cap to cover up all these naps

A dreadlock Rasta

Bandana red, like pasta

I steal a **** bitch like a Mazda

My mama used to always keep a lil' bit of dro

The incense in the window while she foldin' our clothes

And though life will have its issues, there will never be

A problem with the weed

She told me, "Son, don't worry, don't you have no shame

There's gonna be frustrations 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 weed, homegrown

Angie get stoned, Cheech and Chong

All the casa negros gone

Fuck it, get stoned, Craig and Smokey