[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) And though life will have its 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'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) [Verse 1: Chance the Rapper] My mama had to work (Igh, huh) My mama had to birth (Ugh, huh, 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 (Igh) For women who life wasn't no crystal staircase (Huh) And I roll up for any my niggas 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 weed is a government scam (Igh, igh) My cousin my weed man, the plug is my mans (Igh, igh) My whole life look like I been rubbin' a lamp (Igh, igh, skrrt) The blunt 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-fuck 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 fuckin' the game up (Ha, 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 And though life will have its issues, there would 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" [Bridge: Smino & Lil Wayne] Like my girls like weed, homegrown Angie get stoned, Cheech and Ch-Chong All the casa negros gone Fuck it, get stoned, Craig and Smokey (Ee) Angie get stoned (Ee) Angie get stoned (Ee) Angie get stoned (Ee) Angie get stoned (Uh) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] 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 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 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 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) And though life will have its 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'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" [Outro: Smino] Like my girls like weed, homegrown Angie get stoned, Cheech and Ch-Chong All the casa negros gone Fuck it, get stoned, Craig and Smokey