Endwayz - Still Standing

Sweat drippin’, vision blurry, bell rings again,

Fifth round’s gone, now the real fight begins.

Arms feel heavy, chest on fire,

But I ain't backin’ down, I'm risin’ higher.

Pain’s my teacher, every scar a brand,

Turnin’ every hit into part of my plan.

Crowd goin’ crazy, echoes in my brain,

Blood in my mouth but I love this pain.

Adrenaline surgin’, mind locked tight,

I'm built for the war, not just the fight!

Every breath a battle, every move a test,

I walk through hell just to prove I'm the best!

You wanna see me fall?! (HELL NO!)

You wanna see me break?! (HELL NO!)

I'm still standin’, still swingin’!

I was born for the killin’!

Takin’ every punch, but I’m still alive,

Ain't no grave gonna bury my drive!

Round six, round seven, I'm still here!

Swingin’ through the fire, drownin’ out the fear!

Round eight, round nine, I don’t quit!

I ain't goin’ down, I'm built for this!

Bones may break, but my will won’t die!

Even if I fall, I rise and fly!

Clock tickin’ slow, every second like a year,

He throwin’ body shots, but I show no fear.

Muscles screamin’, lungs burn tight,

Every punch I throw got my soul inside!

Mind’s a machine, runnin’ cold and raw,

Ain’t no doubt, I obey no law!

He thinks I'm done? He thinks I'm weak?

Come and test my heart, I'm a different breed!

Mind over body, I control the storm,

This ain't a fight—it's a war reborn!

I bleed for the crown, I fight to survive,

Through the darkest rounds, I’m keepin’ alive!

You wanna see me fall?! (HELL NO!)

You wanna see me break?! (HELL NO!)

I'm still standin’, still swingin’!

I was born for the killin’!

Through the pain, through the sweat, through the fire I run,

A warrior’s soul, my battle ain’t done!

Round six, round seven, I'm still here!

Swingin’ through the fire, drownin’ out the fear!

Round eight, round nine, I don’t quit!

I ain't goin’ down, I'm built for this!

Knuckles cracked, heart beatin’ strong!

This is my fight, where I belong!

Gloves up! (HIT ME!)

Eyes locked! (WATCH ME!)

Last round! (BRING IT!)

One more shot—I END THIS!

Body’s torn, but my soul stands tall,

One final hit and I make you fall!

Round ten, final bell, still breathin’!

Left hook, right cross—no leavin’!