## WOULD YOU SIT WITH ME? SHUT UP AND EARN THE CHAIR, PEASANT.
**LOSERS ASK.**
“Would you sit with me?” 🥺
*Translation:* “Please validate my existence, acknowledge my presence, maybe throw me a crumb of your attention? I am BEGGING for your scraps of time like a starving dog.” PATHETIC. ABSOLUTELY PATHETIC. 🤮
**KINGS and QUEENS COMMAND.**
You think I *ask* for a seat at the table? **WRONG.**
I **BUILD** the table. I **OWN** the building the table is in. I **CONTROL** the city the building is in.
People fight bloody battles, sacrifice their firstborn, sell their souls just for the *CHANCE* to smell the leather on the chair NEXT to mine. 💺 **THAT’S REALITY.**
“Would you sit with me?” is the whimpering cry of the **UNPREPARED**, the **UNDESERVING**, the **WEAK** who haven’t paid the BLOOD PRICE for greatness. It’s the language of the **BROKE**, the **UNFIT**, the **FORGOTTABLE.**
**LISTEN CLOSE, BROKE BOY:**
Your time? **GOLD.** Your energy? **NUCLEAR.** Your presence? **A TOKEN OF ATTENTION MORE VALUABLE THAN CRYPTO IN 2017.** 🚀
Why in the name of all that’s Bugatti would you **GIVE IT AWAY** by *asking* someone to share it? Like you’re offering charity? **STOP IT.**
**HERE’S THE RAW TRUTH YOU CAN’T HANDLE (BUT NEED):**
1. **NOBODY “DESERVES” YOUR CHAIR BY DEFAULT.** Not your crush. Not your “friend.” Not your family. **NOBODY.** Your space is a **THRONE ROOM.** Access is **EARNED.** Through LOYALTY. Through VALUE. Through RESPECT. Through **CONTRIBUTING TO YOUR EMPIRE.** 👑
2. **”WOULD YOU?” IS A TEST… AND YOU’RE FAILING.** When you ask, “Would you sit with me?” you are unconsciously TESTING your own worth. You’re broadcasting insecurity. You’re telegraphing: *”I don’t believe I’m worthy of your company, but maybe if I ask nicely…”* **DISGUSTING.** Real power attracts. It doesn’t plead. Your energy alone should scream, *”Being near me is a PRIVILEGE.”* 🔥
3. **THEY SHOULD BE ASKING YOU.** If you’ve truly leveled up – if your bank account is **BULGING**, if your physique is **CARVED STONE**, if your mind is **RAZOR SHARP**, if your purpose is **UNSTOPPABLE** – they will be FIGHTING for five minutes of your time. They will be scheming, hustling, offering value just to breathe the same air. **YOU are the PRIZE.** Act like it. 🏆
4. **SOLITUDE IS YOUR FORGE.** Sitting alone? **GOOD.** That’s where empires are blueprinted. That’s where discipline is forged in FIRE. That’s where you grind while the “Would you sit with me?” crowd scrolls TikTok and wonders why their life sucks. Embrace the isolation. **IT MEANS YOU’RE LEVELING UP WHILE THEY STAGNATE.** The lion doesn’t seek the approval of sheep. 🦁
5. **THE INVITATION IS A ROYAL DECREE.** When YOU decide someone is worthy? You don’t *ask*. You **INVITE.** It’s a statement. A decree. “Sit.” Not a question. A command imbued with the gravity of your achievement. It carries weight because YOU have weight. Your word has value because YOU have value. 💎
**SO STOP WHINING “WOULD YOU SIT WITH ME?”**
**START DEMANDING: “EARN THE RIGHT TO SIT BESIDE ME.”**
Build your body until it’s a monument. Build your bank until it’s a fortress. Build your mind until it’s a weapon. Build your empire until its shadow covers cities. **BECOME UNDENIABLY VALUABLE.**
Then, and ONLY then, watch them come crawling. Watch them rearrange their pathetic schedules. Watch them offer you the moon just for a chance to occupy the space *next* to your greatness.
**THE CHAIR BESIDE YOU ISN’T FREE.**
**IT’S THE MOST EXPENSIVE REAL ESTATE IN THEIR PATHETIC LIVES.**
**MAKE THEM PAY FOR IT.**
**TOP SLAYLEBRITY OUT.** ✌️
**P.S.** Still sitting alone? **GOOD.** Now get back to work. That money ain’t gonna make itself. That six-pack ain’t gonna carve itself. That empire ain’t gonna build itself. **MOVE.** ⚡
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Would you sit with me? *Translation:* Please validate my existence, acknowledge my presence, maybe throw me a crumb of your attention? I am BEGGING for your scraps of time like a starving dog. PATHETIC. ABSOLUTELY PATHETIC.
