Welcome to San Andreas, I'm CJ from Wall Street, Land of the famous stock traders and gold dreams, In the market, traders get no sleep, Competing with anybody, even the SEC. Better keep a big bag be cool kid, Cash with the badge on the stocks, That's OG. Stay on track, Read the news, place a trade, Get super sharp or play it safe, calculate. You got stats: Respect, Trading Skill, Stamina, Hustle, Risk, and Biggest Deals. You get clothes from Gucci and Prada, Luxury brands, staking Solana. Watch your back when you’re in the rival firms, They’ll test just to see if your portfolio earns. Flipping shares at the trading bell, Jump out buying, selling till you hedge it well. It feels like I’m on impossible missions, Twisted predictions, bear market conditions. The IRS and brokers harass me, Tax codes been on my ass the last past week. 'Cause the markets for the bold ones, homeboy, Hands on the charts for the pros, homeboy. And it’s dangerous, homeboy, Get your funds blown for how I dump on you homeboy. Shares dropped, We flipping hot ones, Sell 'em out, Ride the trend, Cash before the crash comes. Listen for signals, They 'on’t flash none, Spin another deal, catch a breakout with a lump sum. Hitting them up with what Wall Street likes, In a dirty day trade, some old pinstripes. 💰🔥