never ever cheat on the game.

a harsh lesson to learn.

“i’m cutting through the ends in suttin sporty, cherry red interior, I’m rolling with a badderz, 20 in her pursey, I was 19 sitting on a 30, early.”

- Asco, Straight Drop 2

everyone listens to music, no question about it.

but music varies a lot…

a persons music taste will tell you a lot about them.

I realised this at 16, and I decided to use it as a tool.

didn’t know what to do to make money, so I make a lil baby playlist in my headphones.

couple days later…

I’ve got the same lil baby playlist on, and I’m coming out the gym with a chest pump with a moncler maya bag.

paid £150 for it, best fakes you could get…

give it to the guy from facebook marketplace in the blacked corsa for £700.

walk back in, £700 in cash in my pocket bulging out, back to the chest flies.

feeling like the man, 16 year old me, lil baby in my airpods, in a money making vibration.

gym and money, gym and money. I programmed myself.

each song has a message behind it, and it plays it straight into your sense of hearing.

you’re getting that input, and the message/lyrics behind that song is programming your subconscious brain.

I listen to music more than I speak to people, and you probably do too.

so it’s important you’re intentional with what you consume.

if you listen to “love is a drug” by juice wrld on repeat…

you’ll likely find yourself getting the urge to drink and drive in an m4.

if you listen to “throw away” by future on repeat…

you’ll likely find yourself getting the urge to get rich, not trust bitches ever again, and to fuck hoes for revenge (for no reason)

I realised this when I was in a hotel with an eastern european girl on top of me doing some stupid shit with her hips, spelling coconut with it or some shit, couldn’t even make me nut.

in that moment I had a little mental humour come over me telling me “I’ve been listening to too much future”

try not to go soft, throw her off, grab a cuba ninja, shove one in her upper lip, two in mine.

lay on the bed, open ig reels and look at some cars while she’s trying to come up to cuddle with me.

the cubas hit, I feel like i’ve just slammed 8 vodka redbulls, blurry eyed.

she puts her phone in front of me with the contact screen up, I’m blurry eyed so I ask “what’s this?”

she doesn’t know my name, she just knows my number.

grab her phone, fill in 3 letters

“***”. this is my real life alias, not d42. I block all the girls on my d42 tiktok account so they don’t read my writing.

I just think “fuck me, I hope she doesn’t get too attached”

she opens up snapchat and I see 15 guys left on delivered. cucks waiting for a piece of the pussy.

I didn’t even text her on snap. i basically just sent her directions on imessage like I was a satnav.

“how did I even get here?” felt like a fever dream. no lie.

that’s when I realised this all came from listening to a bit of future.

I quite literally manifested it into reality. this is when I had that “click” moment in my head.

I was unconsciously visualising this moment of when I’m playing bitches with ease, because listening to that type of music gives you that vision which manifests.

what you consume, shapes you.

now I know this is no coincidence, because same thing happened a few weeks later with a different girl. she fucked on the first date, all while I was still in playboy42 mode.

after the first date, I started to change my music tastes a little bit, something normal. no extremely toxic hoe manipulation music. people are telling me “find something real”

alright sure, I’ll try it.

I started texting her a bit more, I wasn’t a sat nav anymore…

and her texts got drier… and drier…

moved from instagram to snapchat, along with the hordes of men that are desperately trying to get another piece of pussy.

quite literally like I’ve been moved from division 1 to division 15.

she’s asking me questions… im replying… I’m asking questions back… so cute, isn’t it?

I tell her “come out today”

I get hit with an excuse.

this NEVER happens. my brain is going haywire.

sit back. grab a redbull, pop a pablo and think.

these bitches will break rules for the top guy. I realise I ain’t at the top anymore.

and it makes sense… I moved to snap for a reason.

my identity took a hit. I'm slipping. this is not me.

what do I do?

slap on 48 bars by memothemafioso.

the beat is enough to make me feel comfort.

shit, I’m back in my skin.

tell her “i’m off snap, give me your number”

back to satnav mode. only text her at night once a day now.

same night… why is she sending me paragraphs of info about her? she was sending me one word replies earlier?

these girls wanna be treated like a toy. my warm hearted soul forgets that sometimes.

text her “come spend the night”

I get hit with a “what time?”

a sigh of relief. I cheated on the game and she punished me.

the universe checked me for it. insanely grateful.

that’s why i’m writing this to you today…

for 2 simple reasons.

• never, ever cheat on the game. (money/gym, girls are a supplement)

• align what music you listen to to your desired lifestyle.

don’t change for a girl, she liked you in the first place because you was IN that mode.

she wanted to fuck the guy who was a boxing/gym demon. the guy who’s got options. the guy who quite literally materialises girls. he’s focused on NOTHING but the money and progress.

when you catch yourself slipping… going to the gym a little bit less…

slacking off your diet a little bit…

the conqueror mindset slips…

she gets drier. in text and real life.

so what do you do?

you slap on some shoreline mafia, and you get back in that mode.

this is when you’ll feel the best, I promise you.

nothing beats the feeling of progress.

it’s normal to slip. it ain’t normal to fall.

stay married to the game. she’s your wife.

stay busy.

d4 “married to the game” 2busy.

P.S some will hate me for sharing these thoughts, some get it.

you get it, ik because you’ve read this far.

and I’ve made a group for guys like us who get it, who’ll stay married to gym and biz.

if you want to join… and get instant access to all the information I know about money/productivity/health/testosterone/dht/game/girls/mind reprogramming/manipulation/subconscious.

then I urge you to click here.

married to the game… I wish you luck.