(Intro - High flow male vocal)
Yeah—yeah—listen up, uh
Cleats to keys, floodlights to late-night screens
This one’s for the hustlers who switch lanes and change dreams
(Verse 1 - Fast rapping)
Young me: socks rolled up, grass stained on my shin,
Locker room hush, echoes of the win I couldn’t bring in.
Tryout night — coach shook his head under cold floodlights,
Empty stands, my chest tight, heartbeat boxing the night.
Trip-let, trip-let, footwork flick, fade, fade —
Stolen chances, broken plans, promise unpaid.
Knees skinned, dreams pinned on a rusted goal frame,
Mama prayed, I replayed the tape, whispering my name.
Crowd noise gone, silence like a locker lock —
I’m 17 with a suitcase full of almosts and clock-tocks.
(Pre-Chorus - Melodic, lead-in)
Heartbeat to backbeat, one two, breathe slow,
From cleats to coffee, a new rhythm, new tempo.
(Backup: New tempo)
(Chorus - Backup voice with energy, call-and-response)
From goals to green, I chase a new glow — (Backup: New glow!)
From goals to green, watch the candles grow — (Backup: Candles!)
I traded open fields for open trades, I'm on the low — (Backup: On the low!)
Pips in my pocket, hustle in my soul. — (Backup: Hustle!)
(Verse 2 - Fast rapping, triplet-heavy, trading terms)
Late nights, blinking candlesticks paint my ceiling,
Charts like constellations, every wick, every feeling.
First demo win — small stake, twelve pips up, I exhaled,
Leverage light, stop-loss tight, first taste, I prevailed.
Scalp short, long play, journal full of setups and notes,
Backtest nights, caffeine fights, tethered to my quotes.
Volume spikes, margin calls lurking like old doubts,
I learned math of the market the same way I learned routes.
Triplet-locked, pockets shocked, patterns in my palms,
From slide-tackles to order blocks and candle alarms.
Empty stadium to empty chats, still needing a crowd,
But I built a quiet empire trading after lights out.
(Backup: Lights out)
(Pre-Chorus - Melodic, variation)
From cleats to keys, one step, breathe deep,
Paper to platform, nights I couldn’t sleep.
(Backup: Couldn’t sleep)
(Chorus - Backup voice, more intense, call-and-response)
From goals to green, I chase a new glow — (Backup: New glow!)
From goals to green, watch the candles grow — (Backup: Candles grow!)
I switched the field for a screen, learned how to row — (Backup: Row!)
With pips in my pocket and grind in my soul. — (Backup: Grind!)
(Bridge - High flow male vocal)
Cleats hung in the closet, echoes on the wall,
Now it's chart lines and deadlines, adrenaline calls.
Candles flash red, then green — heartbeat syncopates,
I trade my fear for a plan, trim my leverage, mitigate.
Found discipline in the grind, the same hunger in my chest,
No coach on the sideline now — I’m the one who tests.
(Backup: You test, you rise)
(Verse 3 - Fast rapping, payoff & ongoing struggle)
Small wins compound — micro stacks turned to more,
First real payout — felt like scoring from the floor.
Reinvest, diversify, compound that trust,
I’m
