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Aight, so check this out: back in the day, Satoshi Nakamoto wasn’t no tech genius—nah, bro was just another dude at the neighborhood cookout. He always pullin’ up late, talkin’ ‘bout some wild ideas like, "Yo, we gotta stop lettin' these banks run our pockets, fam. We need our own money!"
But nobody was listenin’ to him. You know how it go—everyone’s too busy playin' dominoes and fightin' over who got the best ribs.
One time, Satoshi went up to Big Reggie, the dude who ran the card game, and said, "I’ma make my own currency, bruh. No banks, no fees, just us tradin’ straight up." Reggie looked at him and was like, "Boy, if you don’t get outta here with that nonsense! You barely got enough money for these burgers, talkin' ‘bout you makin' currency."
Satoshi just shook his head, like, “Y’all sleep. Watch, when I blow up, don’t say nothin'."
So weeks go by, and Satoshi out here grindin’, typin’ on his busted laptop in the back of the corner store. Ain’t nobody still payin’ him no mind. He even went to the barbershop, tryin' to explain this thing he called Bitcoin. Ol’ Jimmie was like, “Bit-what? Man, get your head straight. You need a real job, not no make-believe money.”
Then one day, Satoshi finally broke down. He at the cookout again, holdin’ a plate of baked beans, and he just snapped. He stood on top of the picnic table, yellin’, “Y’all gon' see! I invented digital money! It’s gon' change everything!”
They all looked up for two seconds, shrugged, and went back to eatin’ chicken. Ain’t nobody care. Auntie Mae even told him to get down before he fall and bust his head.
Fast forward a few years, and Bitcoin all over the news. Everybody mad like, “Hold up… didn’t Satoshi say somethin’ ‘bout this?” Now they tryna call his phone like, “Aye, man, you think you could help me out with this Bitcoin stuff?”
But Satoshi? He done changed his number and moved to the islands, sippin’ on coconut water like, “I told y’all, but y’all ain’t wanna listen."
