Ayo French,
You know I'm 'bout that life right?
Pusha

[Chorus]
Better know who you is
When you looking in the mirror
'Cause everything that glitters
It ain't gold
I'm getting low, from the hater
Cameras in action, tell all my niggas what's happening
Ridin' with my niggas
'Cause everything that glitters, that ain't gold
I'm gettin low, hold me from the hater
Cameras in action, tell all my niggas what's happenin'
Rolling smoke, getting high, high, high
Just another day getting by, by, by

For every brick broke down it's one stepped on
For every known rat it's one slept on
For every loyal nigga fronted one kept owing
For every bitch I showed the way it's one that kept hoe'in
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 whores swallow
My niggas embrace guns and ignore bibles
Not to glorify it, you can't ignore the lions
The news you read can be you, ghetto law abiding
Better know who that is looking in the mirror
The truth lies you and your soul can't see it clearer

[Chorus]

I just can't leave it alone
I just can't leave it alone
They handing out football numbers after tapping your phone
Or you watchin' for the drop as they clappin' they chrome
Took a brick then 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 Boeing's
Panamera blood red symbolize bloodshed
Lost a lot of niggas, some in club fed
Few still reminiscing in they CL,
Sellin' Pete rock cruisin' in they V twelve

[Chorus]

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Writer(s): CARL AUSTIN ROSEN, KARIM KHARBOUCH, TERRENCE THORNTON