Tree — Chance the Rapper, Lil Wayne & Smino: letras e videoclipes das músicas e shows

Chance the Rapper, Lil Wayne & Smino

Tree

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Tree foi lançado em 15 de agosto de 2025 por Chance The Rapper LLC como parte do álbum STAR LINE

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RESUMO

LETRA

Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO

Chance the Rapper

Chance the Rapper

Interpretação

Lil Wayne

Interpretação

Smino

Interpretação

COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA

Groove

Composição

Chancelor Bennett

Chancelor Bennett

Composição

D'Wayne Carter

Composição

Christopher Smith Jr.

Christopher Smith Jr.

Composição

Dexter Coleman

Composição

Victor Mensah

Composição

PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA

Groove

Produção

DEXLVL

Produção

Peter CottonTale

Peter CottonTale

Produção

Dwayne Verner Jr.

Dwayne Verner Jr.

Produção

Letra

[Intro]

IGH

[Chorus]

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!"

[Verse 1]

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 of work at Saltine at the factor-

Y?

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

[Verse 2]

I roll up

For pretty girls that's on they grind getting paid (Hu!)

I roll up

For women who life wasn't no crystal staircase (Hu!)

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

[Verse 3]

Dispensary weed is a government scam

My cousin my weedman, the plug is my man's

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

[Verse 4]

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

[Chorus]

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!"

[Refrain]

Like my girls like weed, homegrown

Angie get stoned

Cheech & Chong

All the casa negroes gone

Fuck it, get stoned

Craig and Smokey

[Verse 5]

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 & Ted

All my weed be strictly meds

My blunt be thick as legs

Yellow Percocets

White Percocets look like grits and eggs

[Verse 6]

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'm gonna hit you with a sidebar

You could pull up in a fly car

I'ma pull off in a flying car

[Verse 7]

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

[Chorus]

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!"

[Refrain]

Like my girls like weed, homegrown

Angie get stoned

Cheech & Chong

All the casa negroes gone

Fuck it, get stoned

Craig and Smokey

Written by: Chancelor Bennett, Christopher Smith Jr., D'Wayne Carter, Dexter Coleman, Groove

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