The city don’t sleep, but I ain’t been getting much rest either. Ten fronted Xans in my pocket, no money, and nowhere solid to post up yet. That’s how it is when you’re starting from nothing. Ain’t no liquidity pool, not yet—because I’m still figuring out the flip.

When you get fronted, you got two choices: move smart or move desperate. Desperation gets you caught up—taxed, robbed, or worse. So I’m staying low, watching the streets, waiting for the right play. You can’t just dump the whole pack at once; that’s rookie. You gotta build demand, let ‘em see you got something worth holding onto.

The problem is, some people don’t wanna hold. They want quick flips, fast exits, easy cash. But the ones who know? They hold, they wait, they let the value stack. I need those types. The ones who understand that patience pays.

I been scouting. Watching how things move. Seeing who’s buying, who’s selling, and who’s just running their mouth. The city is full of noise, full of fake plugs promising you the world and dipping the moment things get tough. But this game ain’t about talk—it’s about action.

I’ll launch when the time’s right. When I know the people holding are the ones who really get it. Until then, I’m still out here. Still fronted. Still broke. But not for long.