The Hustle of Abbas

[Verse]
Abbas in the market, flipping digits, flipping scripts,
Stacks of paper, skyscrapers from his fingertips.
Broker's floor buzzing, chaos like a beehive,
Every trade a gamble, adrenaline keeps him alive.

In the charts, he’s a Picasso, painting green and red,
Numbers dancing, tango in his head.
Margin calls lurking, vultures in the mist,
But Abbas got the instinct, he don’t ever miss.

[Chorus]
Abbas on the rise, no time for the past,
Stacking up the wins, moving fast, fast, fast.
Trade after trade, watch the cash amass,
The name on the board, it’s the hustle of Abbas.

[Verse 2]
Coffee black as his night shifts, eyes red as alarms,
Living for the tickers, the bells, the charms.
Puts his heart in the charts, his soul in the grind,
Every deal he closes feels like a mastermind.

Bear markets growling, bulls in the pen,
Abbas riding both, he’s the lion in the den.
Haters throwing shade, but he’s shining like the gold,
Portfolio strong, iron grip, never fold.

[Bridge]
Tick-tock, the clock mocks, no time to delay,
Abbas chasing daylight, burning oil in the fray.
From the Nasdaq to Nikkei, his empire expands,
Built on sweat and ambition, not just luck or hands.