Still Standing

🎵 Title: “Still Standing”

(Trap Beat – 145 BPM / NY Drill influence)

Yeah

NY born, pain raised me

Dodged the law, now the wrist go crazy

Still standin’

Woo—look

Still standin’, I ain’t fold, I ain't trip

Gucci on the waist, Patek on the wrist

Whippin’ foreign now, used to hit licks

Now I walk in the jeweler like, “Flood my sh*t”

Still standin’, ducked the cops and the opps

Posted on the block, now I’m countin' on stocks

Came from the dirt, now the neck on frost

I was broke back then, now I’m feelin’ like a boss (Yuh)

Used to shoplift at the corner store

Now it's marble floors and Dior galore

Cops spin, we would run through the backstreets

Now I ride Benz Coupes, leather seats classy

Ayy, Harlem nights to them Brooklyn days

Had to hustle hard just to find my way

Opps lurkin', had to watch where I stay

Now they watch me on the 'Gram every time I slay

Cold nights with a hoodie and a .9 tucked

Heart froze, had to grind, had to build trust

Jumped fences, ducked raids, felt the heat close

Now I’m in the hills where the rich folks toast

Still standin’, I ain’t fold, I ain't trip

Gucci on the waist, Patek on the wrist

Whippin’ foreign now, used to hit licks

Now I walk in the jeweler like, “Flood my sh*t”

Still standin’, ducked the cops and the opps

Posted on the block, now I’m countin' on stocks

Came from the dirt, now the neck on frost

I was broke back then, now I’m feelin’ like a boss

AP dance when I step in the light

Remember them nights had to run from the vice

Had no cable, just hunger and fights

Now it's flights to Dubai just to stunt on my life

I came from the jungle — roaches, the rats

Now I count 10K while I sit and relax

Used to steal food just to fill up my plate

Now it’s steak with the crab and the gold on the slate

Told my mama, “We ain't never goin' back”

Every L that I took turned me into a stack

Real pain in my veins, now it's luxury tags

What they hate on now? Just a kid with a bag

They ain’t know the struggle, they just see the drip

They ain’t see the nights we was hittin' them licks

Now it’s all blessings, came from the pits

Now my name ring bells like I’m runnin’ the Knicks

Still standin’, I ain’t fold, I ain't trip

Gucci on the waist, Patek on the wrist

Whippin’ foreign now, used to hit licks

Now I walk in the jeweler like, “Flood my sh*t”

Still standin’, ducked the cops and the opps

Posted on the block, now I’m countin' on stocks

Came from the dirt, now the neck on frost

I was broke back then… now I’m feelin’ like a boss