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• Written by Anonymous
Living in Four, one, five, man
How do you survive? damn
A startup legend, I think I died
In that accident, cause this must be hell
This shit ain't easy
You app doesn't fucking please me
The only winner in a gold-rush
Is that who sells the axe
And SF is metallic
All of the plastic is black
Which is quite ironic, because if *you* wrote the chronic
You'd be stuck in the TL
Not ringing a NASDAQ bell
While every CEO that wants to IPO
Has gotta fit into some white man's flow
Because Goldman just won't float it
Unless they own a boat
And the author of this verse is hardly discrete
As just like you he'll also try to rinse and repeat
What a predictable defeat
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