In My Chrome Denim

Dont touch the fit

This aint for comfort

Walk in like the night owe me space

Heavy on the denim light on my face

Everybody watching how I move my hands

Like confidence stitched in the pants

I dont do trends I do standards

I dont explain shit I answer

Pressure look good when it tailored

I dont chase looks I wear em

Chrome hit cold when I step outside

Reflection loud but my voice low key

If you dont feel it thats fine

This energy aint for free

I dont dress for attention

I dress like a warning

If the mirror blink back

I know Im performing

I dont soften edges

To be digestible

If it fit my mood

Its intentional

In my chrome denim

Armor on

Every step heavy

Confidence sewn

I dont chase respect

I let it show

In my chrome denim

Skin kissed by neon night know my name

Every stitch feel sharp cut through the lane

I dont need loud colors

I like steel tones

If I move too smooth

It make people nervous

Quiet luxury but the fit aggressive

I dont ask questions

I read intentions

If the vibe feel funny

I switch directions

Still shine through it

No second guessing

House built silent

But the seams expensive

If its designed right

You dont need mentions

I used to think flexing was volume

Now its restraint

Let the fabric do the talking

While I sip and wait

If the room feel tense

Im probably the cause

I dont break dress codes

I rewrite laws

Why they staring

Reflection

Why they quiet

Correction

Why they tense

Protection

Why it fit so good

Intention

In my chrome denim

Dont touch the fit

Every move custom

Every glance legit

I dont borrow confidence

I dont rent tone

In my chrome denim

I feel bulletproof

Yeah this the one

Lock it