Stackin’ Sats, Feelin’ Phat ⚡

Stackin’ sats, brick by brick,

No fiat games, no banker tricks.

While they print, I hold real weight,

Scarce and hard—can’t inflate!

Sats so small? Nah, they grow,

Tiny sparks that start to glow.

One by one, then by the stack,

Before you blink, no turnin’ back!

Fiat’s fake, it melts like snow,

But sats? They shine, they’re built to go.

Zap this rhyme if you know the game,

Stackin’ sats—future flame! 🔥⚡

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