CHROME HEART

My heart made of chrome fuck sticks and stones And you know a word can't break me, baby Still can't find the reason why they hate me, baby I done came too far to let 'em take me, you crazy Open the blinds these niggas shady (These niggas shady) I don't know why these old niggas think it's the 80's or some Like wе ain't all grown men now with our own fuckin mind Like you ain't know you'll burn your hand When you playing with that iron How you saying that I don't givе when I'm so quick to give a dime? And them dimes add up when it's time after time Say you want to see me shining, but you fuckin up my grind right now If this was '08 or '9, then I'm D wade in his prime Okay, he way ahead of time You got your own business, why the hell you way all over here in mine? Still hit them stages and get shy, baby I cannot lie, that's why I'm high No, that wasn't our work, so we don't smoke that guy One time for the skinny nigga, two times for the fat guy Why did God give all these niggas a at bar? That shit dangerous If this is how a star treated, I don't wanna be famous Say, I just want to go nameless, and conversate with my angels My heart made of chrome, fuck sticks and stones And you know a word can't break me, baby Still can't find the reason why they hate me, baby I done came too far to let 'em take me, you crazy (To let 'em take me, you crazy) And nigga, it can be Shand's or Grady (Or Grady, Grady-Grady) You know, any city, any town, this shit can go down Why you bring the bitch around Leave the ho where you found See why Deedee said have nobody 'round whenever you count-up Gotta watch the niggas that steal it and helped you find it Shit, you done it, you did it, should've took the diamonds with you Probably hit the road in a Civic, they wasn't grinding like this Shit, matter of fact It wasn't none of these niggas riding in that bitch But I guess everybody wanna come around when it's lit Soon as the fire goes down, that's when I seen 'em all here now I don't give a fuck, I just want to see 'em all here No, you bet not spare nobody, but old women and the kids Cause some of them hoes ain't innocent, I'm knowing what they did So if you see that creep-bitch, you better split her wig My heart ain't pumping nothing unless I'm in this Matty Boy fit (This Matty Boy fir, fir-fit) My heart made of chrome, fuck sticks and stones And you know a word can't break me, baby Still can't find the reason why they hate me, baby I done came too far to let 'em take me, you crazy Open the blinds, these niggas shady (These niggas shady, I know) I can't turn my back on y'all, forever twelve like Tom Brady Niggas do shit and play crazy like (Like) Like I don't think about my mama, got so much love for that lady I grind and grind, I know I'm her baby Mm-mm, mm Mm, mm-mm, mm