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Psst, I see dead jeets Yo, jeets in the game, flipping memecoins for pennies, Hustlin' all day, but your gains are so tiny, You think you're ballin', but you’re barely in the race, Sellin' off your bags, man, what a disgrace. Sellin' low, sellin' quick, ain't got the patience, Watchin' whales moon, you in the same station, Laughin' at your moves, you ain't stackin' no green, Jeets chasin' dreams, but your profits unseen. Rugged on the FOMO, chasing hype like a fool, Dumpin' at the bottom, breaking every rule, While the hodlers are chillin', seein' gains go sky-high, You sellin' for crumbs, bro, kiss your gains goodbye. Sellin' low, sellin' quick, ain't got the patience, Watchin' whales moon, you in the same station, Laughin' at your moves, you ain't stackin' no green, Jeets chasin' dreams, but your profits unseen. Could've held on strong, but you chose the easy way, Now you sittin' there broke, what a price to pay, Next time, play it smart, don’t be quick to fold, Or keep losin' out, while the memecoins turn to gold. Woo, wop, wop, wop