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Still
Hip-Hop/Rap
Still was released on February 23, 2026 by Vision Music Group Worldwide as a part of the album Still - Single
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Release DateFebruary 23, 2026
LabelVision Music Group Worldwide
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Don Caba
Don Caba
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Christian Caba
Michael Christian Caba
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Beau Vallis
Beau Vallis
Engineer
Ivan Akhtiamov
Ivan Akhtiamov
Producer

Lyrics

Still in the mirror like who you gon' be
Still payin' rent monthly but I'm livin' rent-free
In my own head yea dream on E
Still here, still scared, still hungry, still me
Still clap for the stars, knowing I should be one
Still moving like a boss but it ain't enough
Still caught between what I was and I will be
I ain't made it yet, but I'm still me
They said it ain't where you from, its where you pay rent
But my history got me doubting will I make it big
In the office chair sitting talking healthcare plans
Got a nice view of the city, city don't know me
Big screen dreams, New York New York, no Diddy
More like Robert Deniro, I got the Will like Ferrell
But on the inside I'm really tryna build up the hero
Tryna put the weed down
Procrastination taking every second
I be vaping, call it addiction call it Satan
The boredom take my focus, start scrolling I get lazy
I think I just want my Grandma to know I made it
Or take this mask off when finances ain't related
And see who I am for real, I just wanna make a mil
People tell me I need chill, that ego I need kill
And just get grateful again,
Watchin my neighbor pull out his Bentley and go for a spin
Still in the mirror like who you gon' be
Still payin' rent monthly but I'm livin' rent-free
In my own head yea dream on E
Still here, still scared, still hungry, still me
Still clap for the stars, knowing I should be one
Still moving like a boss but it ain't enough
Still caught between what I was and I will be
I ain't made it yet, but I'm still me
I'm still the same guy, whippin the Honda with the sub
Don't understand why people wanna know me
Really is it the love
Is it cause I rap or the persona that I'm a thug
Scattered thoughts, but ppl think I'm in control of what i want
Everything, I want everything
On Instagram I see them rappers, iced out with heavy bling
BBL models, bottles, and the private jets
I find myself feining for it, to be honest i'm obsessed
Corporate checks ain't enough for the diamonds and drip
Or maybe I just want everyone to know I exist
Wild ****, have HR peep this tat on my neck
Attitude like fuck this job jump in a lambo and dip
But in real life I stay quiet in conversation
These thoughts be overflowing, they tryna over take me
Grew up in a single household
Now I wanna buy my momma a huge house without amount owed
Written by: Michael Christian Caba
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