[Verse 1 – Male Rap] Started small, kept it neat, Index funds, dollar-cost sweet. Kelly curve told me "risk, stay sane," One percent bets, slow steady gain. But the yield was weak, returns too slow, Chased that heat, had to make it grow. Ditched the Kelly, doubled my size, Options glittered like neon skies. [Chorus – Female Sing] I’m a derivative, flying too high, Every margin thin as the sky. Stack it, crack it, bet it all in, This is the game and I’m bound to spin. [Verse 2 – Male Rap] Gamma squeeze, I’m long the call, Futures stacked like a tower tall. CDS spreads, swaps on swaps, Risk exploding, never stops. Repo’s dry, vol on fire, Margin calls take me higher. Leverage dream, liquidity thin, I doubled down and cashed it in. [Chorus – Female Sing] I’m a derivative, flying too high, Every margin thin as the sky. Stack it, crack it, bet it all in, This is the game and I’m bound to spin. [Verse 3 – Male Rap] Synthetic notes, exotic play, Mark-to-market eats me away. Counterparty ghosts appear, Whispers say the end is near. Kelly’s ghost laughs at my fall, Blown account on a margin call. From safe and steady to total bust, Ashes left where I placed my trust. [Final Chorus – Female Sing] I’m a derivative, flying too high, Every margin thin as the sky. Stack it, crack it, bet it all in, This is the game and I’ll never win.
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