

The billionaire
woke up at four
Inside a house with twenty floors
He took an ice bath,
wrote a book Then told me laziness is why I’m poor
His father gave him one small loan
Of eighty million, maybe more
He started from the bottom floor
Of a building that his family owned
The billionaire told me to hustle
So I worked until I tore a muscle He said success comes
from the struggle
Then flew away inside a shuttle The billionaire told me to grind
Sleep is weakness, rest is crime He owns twelve yachts,
I’m doing fine I found a quarter—passive income (yeah!)
He sells a course
for ninety-nine
About escaping nine-to-five
I bought the course
and learned the trick: Sell courses teaching people tricks
He said, “Your network
is your worth”
Mine asks to borrow twenty first
His network owns the water rights
And half the satellites around Earth
Wake up earlier
Work much harder
Skip your children
Drink more water
Build your brand
Ignore your knees
Monetize
your allergies
The billionaire told me to hustle
From the back seat of a private shuttle
He said we’re all inside one struggle
Then billed me for the inspirational quote (haha!)
Rise and grind.
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