Even at my highest amount of disposable income, the nigga in me just asks myself, if I was fucked up out here would she have it for me? And no. No she wouldn’t
when you finally check everything off yo list & sit back like damn… i really did what i said i was gon do. nobody handed me shit, just discipline, faith, and staying down when it got quiet.
I don’t want a f*cking Lambo.
I want the freedom to be with my 5 year old daughter at 1PM on a Monday while the world is clocked in.
That’s the real wealth.
Build for time. Not toys.
It doesn’t even hit you that you lost the only chick you care about until like 2 women later when you notice you don’t have the energy you once had to go above and beyond