I was born in the crash of a NASDAQ close,
momma said “grind” so the grind I chose.
Steel-toe dreams in a room full of gold,
turn every “no” to a ringtone sold.
Jack in the cut like a startup co-founder,
bars IPO, now the beat’s getting rounder.
Stocks on my wrist, tick-tock wealth,
if the sky ever falls I’ll short the sky myself.
We ain’t just rich, we the whole damn market—
industry babies, watch the world get targeted.