Real talk, too many of y’all are out here moving like fiends, chasing a feeling. You’re begging for a crumb of attention, a drop of affection, and getting played by lames who see your desperation from a mile away. You think the game is about love? Nah. The game is, and always has been, about leverage. Love is the prize they hand you after you’ve won. You’re trying to cash a check from an empty account, and wondering why you stay broke in the heart and the pockets
Peep this: Leverage is the power to make your ‘no’ matter more than their ‘yes.’ It’s having so much value in your own kingdom—your money, your purpose, your peace—that your presence becomes a commodity. A SIMP chases, a king builds. While you’re blowing up her phone, the man with leverage is blowing up his bank account. While you’re stressing over a ‘seen’ receipt, he’s building an empire that she’s trying to get an invitation to. Stop being the customer. Become the plug. When you control the supply—of security, of ambition, of a damn good life—you dictate the terms of every deal.
So how you get this leverage? You get your weight up. You disappear for six months and lock in on your mission. Stop scrolling her page and start studying your craft. Trade late-night texts for early-morning gym sessions. Get your money so long that you can solve problems with a swipe, not a prayer. Build a mind so sharp that your conversation is an asset. When you become the full package on your own damn terms, you ain’t gotta chase nothin’. Your aura does the pulling for you. You become a magnet for opportunity, for respect, and yes, for the very love you used to beg for.
Understand this and understand it good: When you operate from a position of leverage, the whole dynamic flips. You’re not auditioning for a spot in their life; they’re submitting an application for yours. The love you find won’t be built on neediness, it’ll be built on mutual respect and genuine desire. They’ll love you for the kingdom you built, not the potential you’re begging them to see. So stop chasing butterflies and start building a fortress. The king of his own castle never has to beg anyone to stay.
