My teacher always said, "Prafull, you cannot be smart if you cannot study." Well, guess what, teach? I'm smarter than you now, and I didn't need a single goddmn book or your boring lectures to figure it out.
What the fckk do I care about physics equations? I'm not here to be the next goddamn scientist, reading books thicker than my wallet. Nah, I'm here to be a badass trader, to fckkk people over in the market and make some serious bank.
People out there don't know their ass from their elbow. They're just losers, lost in the sea of financial chaos. But me? I know exactly what I'm doing.
Fast forward three years, and I decided to give my teacher a little gift. You know what I got him? A brand new smartphone. Yeah, I know, real generous, right? All his favorite students, the supposed "geniuses," they're sitting in a corner somewhere, crying over their shattered portfolios.
Heheheeee haaa, life's a bitch, ain't it?
BROKIES, take a good look in the mirror, 'cause you're staring at the past. I'm in the future, and it's looking damn good from here.
