You right breh, I got a small circle and no one in my crew works a job. One patna just came home for tax fraud, breh hit for more than me and you have ever made. Got a homeboy with a day care center, breh flipped houses before that, sold work before that, another homie just stopped trapping and bought a few dump trucks and hired some drivers, and my gay homegirl manages a pretty well known hood comedian. Wont say his name but you know him. I don’t hang with broke people or folks without ambition, energy is real I don’t need the aura of laziness or lack of motivation around me. So I’ve always been drawn to folks who did it big. Whether legal or illegal. Going back even further the dudes who got caught up in that Jamal Lewis shyt back in the day are dudes I grew up with, not some dudes from my hood I know of, I’m 18 watching the nikka who gave me my first blunt, used to pick me up from school, sometimes even let me push a whip to school, on CNN and ESPN and they talking bout drug trafficking, wiretaps and NFL Players and shyt. And that’s just brehs from round my way, cuz to be honest, I learned most of my grind from my family in the Midwest. My grandfather ran numbers in Chicago and he also brokered deals. He was the dude you went to, to get the dealership to sell you a brand new Caddy back when dealerships wouldn’t even sell new cars to Black people, or even shyt as simple getting you a good table up front at that fancy supper club in the Loop that usually makes nikkas sit by the bathroom. nikka knew everybody from boxers to kingpins, and got money and dropped seeds from Cahokia outside St Louis to Detroit. My pops a legit 6 figure hustler, on his own, basically doing the same thing his dad did, broker deals and be a middle man. And I got uncles and cousins from Detroit that’s legit worth a million dollars from shyt they grinded up on they own. Hustling is literally all I know. We talking 100 years plus of this running thru me. So miss me with that bullshyt