🎵 Title: “Still Standing”
(Trap Beat – 145 BPM / NY Drill influence)
[Intro]
Yeah
NY born, pain raised me
Dodged the law, now the wrist go crazy
Still standin’
Woo—look
[Hook / Chorus]
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)
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus / Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Bridge]
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
[Chorus / Outro]
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