Caught My Plan Slippin'

[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

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.