

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Alarm ring Charts up Same desk Same cup Watchlist One tap Set risk Place stop Green flash Pop quick Trim half Lock chip Plan say "That's it" But the candle won’t quit Phone down Deep breath Tiny bag No stress Walk off Feels right Lil win Light night Then a text like "Bro, did you hold that?" Pull up the ticker and my heart just collapse [Chorus] I took my piece, then it ran to the moon I stuck to the script, but it stings in the wound Yeah, I’m mad at the move, but I’m proud of my hand ’Cause the profit ain’t the flex, it’s obeying the plan I could’ve been rich on that one little trade But I'd blow it all later if I start to cascade So I swallow that FOMO, let the big run spin I ain’t chasin’ that pop, I’m just chasin’ the discipline [Verse 2] Staring at the five-minute Wishing I was still in it Every candle new high Every tick like "you missed it" (damn) Mind start talking "Next time, don’t exit" But that’s how accounts die One guess, then a wreckage Seen homies turn kings to confetti in a week One spike, then a slide, then a wipe, then a bleed They all say the same thing "Thought it couldn’t fall" Now they watching from the sidelines Scared to place a call So yeah, I’m tight But my risk still light I can come back tomorrow No hole to climb out I’d rather hate this win Than love a big loss ’Cause freedom in the future Worth more than this pop (hey) [Chorus] I took my piece, then it ran to the moon I stuck to the script, but it stings in the wound Yeah, I’m mad at the move, but I’m proud of my hand ’Cause the profit ain’t the flex, it’s obeying the plan I could’ve been rich on that one little trade But I'd blow it all later if I start to cascade So I swallow that FOMO, let the big run spin I ain’t chasin’ that pop, I’m just chasin’ the discipline [Bridge] One trade Ain’t fate One day Don’t make Whole book My race Slow cook My plate If I live by the chart I can’t die by a candle If I stick to the rules I can scale what I handle Yeah, I watched it go crazy From the sideline, sick But I’m building up a future Every time I click (every time I click) [Chorus] I took my piece, then it ran to the moon I stuck to the script, but it stings in the wound Yeah, I’m mad at the move, but I’m proud of my hand ’Cause the profit ain’t the flex, it’s obeying the plan I could’ve been rich on that one little trade But I'd blow it all later if I start to cascade So I swallow that FOMO, let the big run spin I ain’t chasin’ that pop, I’m just chasin’ the discipline
Tags
rap, Moody boom-bap with modern trap bounce, male vocals. Tight, close-mic verses over dusty drums and warm sub bass, sprinkled with eerie bell plucks. Hook explodes with doubled vocals and ad-libs, clap stacks, and a brighter top line pad. Second half lifts with subtle choir stabs and extra percussion, then pulls back to just bass and kick on the last hook line for a punchy, reflective finish.
2:57
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3/7/2026