SNOWFLAKE STACKS

White boy, big coins—million-dollar drip,

Snow on the wrist, still I’m flippin’ the script.

From the cul-de-sac to the penthouse view,

Turned a trust fund joke into a revenue coup!

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Yeah, I’m pale as the powder on a Vail slope,

But the safe got more green than a kale scope.

Dad said “get a job,” I said “watch me invest,”

Flipped his golf clubs into crypto—now he’s impressed.

Yee-haw bars, but the flow’s pure silk,

Sippin’ oat-milk lean in a cup made of wealth.

They laughed at the khakis, now they copy the fit,

I’m the mayo in the game—still the sauce, admit it.

Suburban samurai, katana made of platinum,

Cut a check so clean, IRS needs a magnifying lens.

No street cred? Cool—I built Wi-Fi in the woods,

Now the trap’s a server farm, streamin’ neighborhood goods.

White boy, big coins—million-dollar drip,

Snow on the wrist, still I’m flippin’ the script.

From the cul-de-sac to the penthouse view,

Turned a trust fund joke into a revenue coup!

Snowflake stacks—melt haters with the glow,

Million-dollar white boy—watch the empire grow.

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