[Hook: French Montana]
Better know who you is
When you lookin' in the mirror
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low from the hater
Cameras in action, tell all my n*ggas what's happenin'
Ridin' with my n*ggas
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low, hold me from the haters
Cameras in action, tell my n*ggas what's happenin'
Rolling smoke, getting high, high, high
Just another day getting by, by, by
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
For every brick broke down it's one stepped on
For every known rat, it's one slept on
For every loyal n*gga fronted, one kept owin'
For every b*tch 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 a tour follows
Let's get pissy drunk and let the whores swallow
My n*ggas embrace guns and ignore Bibles
Not to glorify it, you can't ignore the lines
The new jury can be you, ghetto law-abiding
Better know who that is looking in the mirror
The truth lies, and your soul can't see it clearer
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I just can't leave it alone, I just can't leave it alone
They're handing 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
5 into 10, the Return of the Clones
Then I took my experience and turned it to poems
As we took single engines and turned 'em to Boeings
Panamera blood red symbolize bloodshed
Loss lot of n*ggas, some in Club Fed
Few still reminiscin' in they CL, selling Pete Rock, cruisin' in they V-12
[Hook]
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Better know who you is
When you lookin' in the mirror
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low from the hater
Cameras in action, tell all my n*ggas what's happenin'
Ridin' with my n*ggas
Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm gettin' low, hold me from the haters
Cameras in action, tell my n*ggas what's happenin'
Rolling smoke, getting high, high, high
Just another day getting by, by, by
[Verse 1: Pusha T]
For every brick broke down it's one stepped on
For every known rat, it's one slept on
For every loyal n*gga fronted, one kept owin'
For every b*tch 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 a tour follows
Let's get pissy drunk and let the whores swallow
My n*ggas embrace guns and ignore Bibles
Not to glorify it, you can't ignore the lines
The new jury can be you, ghetto law-abiding
Better know who that is looking in the mirror
The truth lies, and your soul can't see it clearer
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I just can't leave it alone, I just can't leave it alone
They're handing 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
5 into 10, the Return of the Clones
Then I took my experience and turned it to poems
As we took single engines and turned 'em to Boeings
Panamera blood red symbolize bloodshed
Loss lot of n*ggas, some in Club Fed
Few still reminiscin' in they CL, selling Pete Rock, cruisin' in they V-12
[Hook]
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