#moreilllessbill Life's a game, it's a shame, we all feel the same, Chasin' dreams, society's schemes, caught in their fames frame. But break the chains, don't strain, you dont need to listen to their rain, Feel the pain, it's your gain, rise from the disdain. Frustration's fuel, not a tool, for them to rule, You're no fool, stay cool, rewrite the school. Their goals ain't yours, open doors, hear the roars, Life outdoors, heart soars, escape the chores. Live free, can't you see, it's your decree, Don't agree with their plea, just be. Their ladder's tall, might fall, it ain't your call, Stand tall, break the wall, own your hall. Goals might clash, but don't crash, make a splash, Life's a dash, their cash won't last, so be rash. live Your best life, no strife, cut like a knife, Feel alive, don't contrive, you will thrive. Don't hate your fate, it's never too late, Navigate, innovate, break out of the gate. Their path's a ruse, it's you who choose, Refuse to lose, make your own muse. Feel free, break free, be what you wanna be, See the glee, it's a spree, life's a melody. Never confine, redesign, your own sign, Feel divine, life's thine, let your soul shine. So they say smoke till you drop, claim you’re off the charted, Get that disability, playing it cold-hearted, Or stay clean, act keen, they’ll still call you slow, In a world where the righteous earn less, don't you know? **Chorus:** They don't teach how to hustle while doing nothing at all, While the accusers rise high, never fearing the fall, It’s a twisted game, where the rules never fit, Making bank doing nothing while they get away with it. They point fingers, but their hands ain't clean, Making accusations while they're unseen, Life’s a tricky dance, full of hidden schemes, Smoke or don't, either way, we’re caught in their dreams. Caught in a system that’s rigged from the start, Earning more by chilling, perfecting the art, Of doing nothing, while they skate on by, Accusers in the shadows, living the lie. **Chorus:** They don't teach how to hustle while doing nothing at all, While the accusers rise high, never fearing the fall, It’s a twisted game, where the rules never fit, Making bank doing nothing while they get away with it. They play the game dirty, we're stuck in the grind, Searching for answers, but they're hard to find, Caught in the loop, where the truth is disguised, Making us question if we're really wise. **Outro:** Smoke till they think you’re dumb, claim the check, Or stay clean, they’ll still see you as a wreck, Accusers rise while we sit still, They don’t teach this, but it’s just how it goes, The more ill, less bill, but the stuff they try fix it with's, like a punch in the nose.