Chrisean Rock

Huh, hmm-hmm-hmmm
Yeah, hmm-hmm-hmmm
Yeah, we're on that reel again
Huh, yeah, I'm with that reel again

Yeah, and I don't know what I be thinking
I'm smoking on my own shit 'cause you might try to lace me
All I love is blue faces, but no I ain't no racist
All I love is blue faces, but no my name ain't Chrisean Rock
I'm posted in the jets

I'm just hanging like a Christmas sock
Beefing with that third shift
See that's what got your nigga shot
Remember when I was in the third, I had the chicken pox
Remember when I was in the fourth grade, we was playing nigga knock

I'm in New York City I'm smoking za' I'm with my nigga drop
I get down and dirty with a chopper and a rental car
Nigga, stop playing like you gangsta, before I end you
I wish them niggas was here, so you can go and ask them last two

You know what I'm doing when I'm standing in the kitchen
I ain't gotta cook shit, all I do is blend it
I'm with my lil' Tampa bitch, we pull up in that fin-fin (yeah)
She the only thing I see, but she ain't from Memphis
Bitch, we got them switches Mcflurry gang the granny gang

You niggas don't want no tension
You heard what happened to Wassaname
Bitch, you for the streets, you for the block
This ain't no lovers lane
Got tired of that plane Jane
I'm going to get another chain

Huh, and I don't know what I be thinking
I'm smoking on my own shit 'cause you might try to lace me
All I love is blue faces, but no I ain't no racist
All I love is blue faces, but no my name ain't Chrisean Rock
I'm posted in the jets

I'm just hanging like a Christmas sock
Beefing with that third shift, see that's what got your nigga shot
Remember when I was in the third, I had the chicken pox
Remember when I was in the fourth grade we was playing nigga knock



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Writer(s): Joshua Whitlow, Deangelo Johnson
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