

Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [Spoken, low] Rule one Protect the roll Rule two Stick to the goal (yeah) [Verse 1] Wake up, screens glowin' like a dawn light Coffee in my left, right hand draw lines Levels on the chart, I don't chase hype I just mark zones, set traps, then I wait time I know my edge, I ain't guessin' in the storm Risk small, size right, keep the powder in the drawer Red day? Cool, that's the cost of the war I lose small, win big, that's the math I’m in it for I seen green flip red in a heartbeat I seen crowds lose heads, clickin' all week I seen calm plans wrecked by a small tweet So I mute noise, let the candles talk to me [Chorus] I just stick to the plan, I don't panic when it drops (nah) Tight stops, small loss, then I'm back on the clock Long game, I ain’t married to a stock, I just clock gains If it breaks rules, I'm off, I protect pain I just stick to the plan, every entry with a reason Ride trend through the storms and the seasons World goin' wild but my pulse stay steady Hands off the mouse till the setup ready (yeah) [Verse 2] Green spike, heart race—breathe, wait Is it in the plan or a quick bait Check list, not the rush in my rib cage If it don't match rules, let the trade fade I seen FOMO turn accounts into ash piles Click once, then twice, then you crash wild So I scale out slow when the move runs Trail line, let it climb, let the trend hum I don't double down just to prove that I'm right I would rather tap out, live to fight next fight I'm at peace with a miss if the risk wrong I get rich off time, not a quick song [Chorus] I just stick to the plan, I don't panic when it drops (nah) Tight stops, small loss, then I'm back on the clock Long game, I ain’t married to a stock, I just clock gains If it breaks rules, I'm off, I protect pain I just stick to the plan, every entry with a reason Ride trend through the storms and the seasons World goin' wild but my pulse stay steady Hands off the mouse till the setup ready (woo) [Bridge] Up days, down days, all the same page Follow rules, not a mood, that's the real wage Every loss just a fee for the front-row seat To the class I repeat till the craft complete [Chorus] I just stick to the plan, I don't panic when it drops Tight stops, small loss, then I'm back on the clock Long game, compounding in my brain like a mantra Trust stats, trust edge, that's the armor I just stick to the plan, every entry with a reason Ride trend through the storms and the seasons If I trust my strategy more than the crowd spin I don't gotta win today just to win in the end (yeah)
Tags
rap, Clean, modern boom-bap with glossy trap edges; tight kick and crisp snare under a hypnotic piano loop and subtle string swells. Male vocals, focused and up-front, riding a mid-tempo pocket. Hook opens with stacked chant-style doubles, verses stay lean and percussive with light delay throws on key punchlines. Final chorus adds subtle choir pads and wider ad-libs to feel triumphant yet controlled.
3:11
No
3/7/2026