[Spoken Word]

Handshakes and heartbreaks, the market’s alive,

In the city of dreams where the hustlers thrive.

Yo, the clock ticks down, last bid on the floor,

In this game of survival, who can you trust anymore?

[Build-up]

I’m rolling with my crew, eyes on the prize,

The hustle’s contagious, electrifying the skies.

[Freestyle]

From Wall Street to the streets where the soul sings,

Every penny counts when you’re chasing your kings.

Shout-out to the traders who risk it all,

In the last trade, man, we rise or we fall.

[Key Change]

Yeah, check it, watch the charts as they climb,

This isn’t just business, it’s a rhythm, a rhyme.

[Solo]

(Bass-heavy groove)

Feel the beat drop, where the tension unwinds,

In the hustle of the night, leave your worries behind.

[Reggae Vibe]

Chill, my friend, keep your heart in the game,

It’s not all about money or chasing fame.

[Dubstep Build-up]

Here comes the drop, and the crowd goes wild,

Electric energy, unleash the inner child.

In the trading pit, we’re ciphers in the night,

Every transaction’s a song, every sell is a fight.

Hold tight to the rhythm, let the numbers ignite,

We dance with the dollar signs, the futures look bright.

[Rap]

We’re counting our blessings, counting our ways,

The last trade’s a legend in the trader’s play.

With highs and lows like a wave on the shore,

From dusk till dawn, man, we always want more.

[Fade-Out]

In this crazy market, where fortunes are swayed,

Remember this moment, the last trade we made.

So raise your glass high, toast to the grind,

In the last trade of life, may success be our mind.

(Music fades, bass lingers)