Everything that Glitters

[Intro: Pusha T]
(Quality Street Music)
Ayo, French
You— you know I'm 'bout that life, right?
Pusha

[Chorus: French Montana & Pusha T]
Better know who you is when you lookin' in the mirror
'Cause everythin' that glitter, that ain't gold
I'm gettin' low from the hater
Camera's in action, I tell all my niggas what's happenin'
Ride with my niggas
'Cause everythin' that glitter, that ain't gold
(So this that wave, right? Haha)
I'm gettin' low, only from the haters
My camera's in action, tell all my niggas what's happenin'
Roll the smoke, get high (Ahh), high (Ahh), high (Ahh)
Just another day gettin' by (Ahh), by (Ahh), by (Ahh)

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
For every brick broke down, it's one stepped on (Yes)
For every known rat, it's one slept on
For every loyal nigga fronted, one kept owin' (Uh)
For every bitch I showed the way, it's one that kept hoin'
So let's blow through this money as we pour bottles
Let me drop another classic, and the tour follows
Let's get pissy-drunk and let the hoes swallow (Uh)
My niggas embrace guns and ignore Bibles
Not to glorify it, you can't ignore the lions
The new jury can be you, ghetto law-abidin'
Better know who that is lookin' in the mirror
The truth lies and you still can't see it clearer, yeah

[Chorus: French Montana]
Better know who you is when you lookin' in the mirror
'Cause everythin' that glitter, that ain't gold
I'm gettin' low from the hater
Camera's in action, I tell all my niggas what's happenin'
Ride with my niggas
'Cause everythin' that glitter, that ain't gold
I'm gettin' low, only from the haters
My camera's in action, tell all my niggas what's happenin'
Roll the smoke, get high (Ahh), high (Ahh), high (Ahh)
Just another day gettin' by (Ahh), by (Ahh), by (Ahh)

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I just can't leave it alone, I just can't leave it alone
They handin' out football numbers after tappin' your phone
Or you watchin' for the drop as they clappin' they chrome
Took a brick and I turned it to stone
Five into ten, the return of the clones
Then took my experience and turned it to poems
As we took single-engines and turned 'em to Boeings
Panamera blood-red symbolized bloodshed
Lost lot of niggas, some in club Fed
Few still reminiscin' in they CL
Sellin' Pete Rock, cruisin' in they V12, yeah

[Chorus: French Montana & Pusha T]
Better know who you is when you lookin' in the mirror
'Cause everythin' that glitter, that ain't gold
I'm gettin' low from the hater (Uh)
Camera's in action, I tell all my niggas what's happenin'
Ride with my niggas
'Cause everythin' that glitter, that ain't gold
I'm gettin' low, only from the haters
My camera's in action, tell all my niggas what's happenin'
Roll the smoke, get high (Ahh), high (Ahh), high (Ahh)
Just another day gettin' by (Ahh), by (Ahh), by (Ahh)