Everything That Glitters

(album: Fear Of God 2: Let Us Pray - 2011)

[Pusha T:]
Ayo French
You, you know I'm 'bout that life right?
Pusha!

[French Montana:]
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
Riding with my niggas
'Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm getting low, hold me from the haters
Cameras in action, tell my niggas what's happening
Rolling smoke, getting high, high, high
Just another day getting by, by, by

[Pusha T:]
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 hoing
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 niggas 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

[French Montana:]
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
Riding with my niggas
'Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm getting low, hold me from the haters
Cameras in action, tell my niggas what's happening
Rolling smoke, getting high, high, high
Just another day getting by, by, by

[Pusha T:]
I just can't leave it alone, I just can't leave it alone
They're handing out football numbers after tapping your phone
Or you watching for the drop as they're clapping their 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 niggas, some in Club Fed
Few still reminiscing in their CL
Selling Pete Rock, cruising in their V-12

[French Montana:]
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
Riding with my niggas
'Cause everything that glitters, it ain't gold
I'm getting low, hold me from the haters
Cameras in action, tell my niggas what's happening
Rolling smoke, getting high, high, high
Just another day getting by, by, by