The Legend of Abbas

[Verse]
Abbas moves markets, no crystal ball,
Stacks taller than the Burj, never gonna fall.
Options in his pocket, futures in his hand,
He spins the roulette, but he’s got it all planned.

Charts on his mind, candlesticks his sight,
Up before dawn, trades through the night.
He whispers to the Dow, Nasdaq on speed dial,
Profit margins flex, make the brokers smile.

[Chorus]
Abbas, the trader, the man with the math,
Paving gold roads, walking his own path.
Abbas, the legend, no losses to his name,
In the game of risk, he’s rewriting the frame.

[Verse 2]
Forex in his veins, crypto in his soul,
Portfolio shines brighter than a bar of gold.
Volatility's his playground, chaos his muse,
When the market trembles, he tightens the screws.

Bulls and bears dance, but he calls the tune,
Stacks rise high like a crescent moon.
Numbers on the screen, they bow to his will,
Every trade’s a saga, every move a thrill.

[Bridge]
He bets on the future, never looks back,
Green candles blazing, he’s leading the pack.
Abbas in the zone, ticker tape his muse,
Other traders watch, but they just confuse.