ฟังเพลงIntro (Explicit)

Get it clear hater I'm here

Still Standing welcome to the tape of the year

Haze in the air

I done turned it up another notch

Bulbs in my ear I done turned it up a couple watts

At the motherf**king spot not the motherf**king spot

But your mother's f**king spot with the butter in the pots

I don't know why I come across humble when I'm not

Might have lost a couple rocks but I'm up a couple blocks

Suckers need to stop give me a break

Since '07 I've been getting six figures a tape

While you get what you take

I'm a bit overweight

Picking pounds up like I'm trying to get into shape

Hundred grips

In the safe that's something you know nothing 'bout

So get in your place my bad I mean your mother's house

Put up the right cash

And these corns want beef I'mma crush 'em like hash

The hottest you know you gotta be slow

I'm still standing nothing like the Monica show

The Dips split and they wondering which side I'mma go

But I don't pick sides and the game's not to be told

I don't switch sides man the game's got to be sold

I'm gonna let the Dip fly until they can't fly anymo'

No ain't no one iller what up Killa

Ain't speak about two years but what up n***a

I'm still J R a k a A R

B k a Who are you You ain't on my radar

Get it This my play yard and I don't want these pawns around

Play hard I play you out listen this my stomping ground

I want the crown even though that I'm a champion

You still buying Champions

S**t I'm from lionel hampton

130th

Burning piff

With the burner grip

I don't need a burner to murder this I just murder it

I know you heard I'm sick or if not you heard I'm sick

And yeah the flow from outer space but I'm

Earthing this

How you sold grams You ain't never served a brick

It's like you got no hands you ain't got a bird to flip

I'm from the murder strip hood life shady

Nah I wasn't born a rapper the hood life made me

But lately I've been in the hood like crazy

Put red marks on your head you'll look like Baby baby

I am great skipping on the race

730 but what I meant it's twenty minutes late

N***as reckless give the kid a break

Scott Tissue records I'm s**tting on your tapes

Still lamping

Lex

With the grill dancing

Still scrambling cause yes I'm a real champion

Of course come mess with a real cannon

You thought I fell off well welcome to Still Standing