[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 n***as what's happenin'
Ride with my n***as
'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 n***as 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as what's happenin'
Ride with my n***as
'Cause everythin' that glitter, that ain't gold
I'm gettin' low, only from the haters
My camera's in action, tell all my n***as 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 n***as, 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 n***as what's happenin'
Ride with my n***as
'Cause everythin' that glitter, that ain't gold
I'm gettin' low, only from the haters
My camera's in action, tell all my n***as what's happenin'
Roll the smoke, get high (Ahh), high (Ahh), high (Ahh)
Just another day gettin' by (Ahh), by (Ahh), by (Ahh)