Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Green and red on the screen My heart in between Got the level marked out But my hand wanna scream Finger on the trigger Mind say "double size" Plan on paper look clean Ego feeding me lies Screens glow like sirens Calling me to chase P&L flicker Blood rush in my face One voice say "send it" One voice say "chill" It's me versus me And a chart standing still [Chorus] I gotta trade the plan Not the fear Not the hype Block the talking heads Cut the noise Cut the type Price hit my level I take it or I stand down I don't fight the market I just fight myself now (yeah) [Verse 2] Chat room chanting "yo this thing gonna fly" They late to the move But they loud in the sky I see fake confidence Hiding quiet doubt One bad fill And they all tapping out My demon say "revenge it" Angel say "walk away" I stare at the candle Let the seconds decay If it don't fit rules Then it don't get filled Discipline the weapon That keep my risk killed [Chorus] I gotta trade the plan Not the fear Not the hype Block the talking heads Cut the noise Cut the type Price hit my level I take it or I stand down I don't fight the market I just fight myself now (whoa) [Bridge] Lose days teach more Than the wins ever did Breathe deep Size light Keep the monster a kid When the whole world yells I just watch how it moves Every candle a mirror Showing what I choose [Chorus] I gotta trade the plan Not the fear Not the hype Block the talking heads Cut the noise Cut the type Price hit my level I take it or I stand down I don't fight the market I just fight myself now (yeah, yeah)
Tags
Moody drill-inspired trap with male vocals, dark reverb-y keys and a tense, minimal beat. Low 808s pulse under clipped hi-hats; verses stay close and confessional, almost whispered, then the hook opens with wider harmonies and a bolder delivery. Subtle risers before each chorus to mirror mounting pressure, then a final drop to half-time for the last hook to feel like a hard-earned exhale., noise
Duration
2:22
Instrumental
No
Created
2/27/2026