Free

erse 1) Cash fall quick like the leaves in the breeze, Small tree, small bag—big tree, big cheese. Money grow tall, but the roots run weak, Burn that paper, watch the truth go speak. (Chorus) Tree don’t lie, but we trust in the fake, Chasin’ that green ‘til we meet our fate. Lay under shade, now they dig that deep, Throwin’ shots ‘til they catch that sweep. (Verse 2) Old bills burn, let the flames run high, Leaves turn dust, but the smoke don’t lie. I don’t chase, I just plant my seeds, Watch it all grow while my soul stay free.