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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)
Details
GeneratedMar 7, 2026
Duration3:11
LanguageEnglish
Style
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.
Credits
Prompt byEgarka
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Song about trading stocks with a clear plan—discipline, charts, risk control, patience through ups and downs, chasing long-term gains, staying calm in volatility, and trusting the strategy, rap
