Lyrical Breakdown of Tree [feat. Lil Wayne and Smino] - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tree [feat. Lil Wayne and Smino]" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Chance the Rapper weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Tree [feat. Lil Wayne and Smino]" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Chance the Rapper employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Chance the Rapper's narrative.

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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