Approximately time you finally took your life seriously for once in your life.
Time you gotta watch.
You got to lock in, bro.
You're not going to win if you don't lock in.
You don't want it bad enough.
Did you sleep yesterday?
I did.
Ha!
Pathetic.
Okay.
Do you want it or not?
Do you finally want to be a somebody?
I want it.
Let's go.
You got to lock into the trenches.
And people don't understand that the trenches has nothing to do with crypto or charts or coins.
It's all to do with how tired you are, how many coffees you've had, and how many cigars or cigarettes you've smoked.
That's how you win.
It's 8.10 and this is our final meal before locking in for the next 12 hours.
12 hours of trenches.
We're trading the trenches until tomorrow morning, 7 a.m.
minimum.
That's right.
So this is the beginning of our documentation of tonight's crazy events.
Might get rich.
Might better buy a nice car.
Let's go.
Let's go.
It was Christmas night at the Alphabet Orphanage.
And all the little letters went to sleep.
And they woke up the next day, and letter E had loads of presents from Santa, and everybody else had lumps of coal.
Do you know why?
No.
Because all the other letters were not E. That looked like E, didn't I? Marcel says to Christy...
I'll go out and get my food, please.
So he goes to get the food, puts the bag on the table.
I can see the bag there.
I'm like, yo, Nige, you got any cigarettes?
He goes, yeah, there's something at my desk.
I come out, fucking scoffed Marcel's KFC down, blah, blah, blah.
Go inside, tell him we all laughed.
We all laughed, right?
20 minutes passes.
30 minutes passes.
He's ordered another KFC. The KFC shows up.
He says, yo, can you go outside and get the KFC? I can tell Marcel's kind of forgotten.
So I drink the last of my water and I walk out with a bottle, trying not to laugh.
The KFC comes in.
I start scoffing my face at this KFC. But the problem is me and Lewis found it so funny that I was laughing, almost choking to death on this burger.
Andrew heard me laughing and told myself, he's getting you again.
He comes outside.
Half his burger is stuffed in my mouth.
I almost had him a second time.
If I had just not laughed a good 45 to 60 seconds, I could have cleaned out.
The trenches would do that to a man.
That's true.
That happens when you finally lock in for the first time in your life.
Fully locked in.
Fully locked in, nothing else matters.
Nothing else matters.
It didn't make sense.
But when KFC is free, why do you need to lock in?
You can just have unlimited free food if your friends keep ordering it.
And I would have ordered again.
That's the thing.
It wouldn't have worked that far.
It might have worked that far.
I don't think it would have worked.
I think I would have got up and you would have been like, I don't know.
Look, I promise you, when you got up, I didn't notice at all.
I had no idea you wasn't in the room.
I was just sitting on my screen like this.
Another 10%.
The most expensive thing I can possibly do right now is sleep.
What time did you go to bed last night?
9 a.m.
I woke up at 12 and I thought I need to sleep a bit more.
So I laid down until like 2, 2.30, but it wasn't real sleep.
I was like half in, half out.
I was really thirsty and I thought I don't want to drink because I don't need to piss and then I eventually gave in and drank a little water and then I needed to piss and it was gay.
So it slept like two hours.
I'm gonna be up again all night tonight.
Bro, my sleep is fucked.
I'm fucked.
I'm running on pure adrenaline.
Pure adrenaline and greed.
So what's the plan for tonight?
Pure adrenaline and greed, Bailey.
You don't understand.
Greed!
I'm sitting there, no matter how much I make.
No!
There is more.
And if I don't take it, someone else will.
And more than winning...
I want everyone else to lose.
I cannot let other people have money that is mine because then I have to find them.
Things get messy.
I have enough criminal cases.
I have to stay up and win.
I'm in the trenches and greed prevents me from falling asleep.
If I try and fall asleep, I'm too greedy to sleep.
That's how I got so monumentally wealthy.
I'm too greedy to sleep.
Oh, I'm tired.
Oh yeah, I'm tired.
Comfortable.
I'm tired and I'm comfortable.
But I'm greedy.
So I can't.
So we're fully stocked up on cigarettes, cigars, zins, coffee.
It's our last meal.
We're ready to go.
We're locking in, bro.
We're locking in for the fucking long haul.
Tonight we're going to make some money.
Tristan, you locking in?
No, you're not excited.
Why are you not excited?
I need some enthusiasm, Tee.
Tee, we can see the top of the mountain.
Anything to feel something.
I'd rather lose it all than feel nothing and be like Tristan.
I'd rather lose millions.
At least then I feel angry, you know?
An emotion is better than no emotion.
Right, T? Wasn't T trying to talk you out of this yesterday?
Yeah, because yesterday he was awake until 5am and he lost $25,000.
And I said, for that much money, we couldn't have done anything else longer.
Firstly, I lost $25,000 in one go because of a rug.
Secondly, I lost a lot more than that by then.
And thirdly, I made it all back on one trade.
So why don't you get fucked?
Tristan, are you up or down?
You broke even.
I'm actually up.
Oh, you don't play.
You're not invited.
I'm going to bed at 1 o'clock.
You're not invited.
I'm going to bed at 12. Let me tell you a secret about trading.
A ball has to hit the bottom before it bounces.
So when you're down to your last dollar, that's when you're going to make it.
Never give up.
Quitters never win.
Winners never quit.
Lose your life savings, lose your family's life savings, lose your parents' life savings, credit card debts, loans, you name it.
When you're down to your last dollar, you're going to pull it all off.
Trust me.
Keep going.
Don't worry, you'll be fine.
That's not good advice.
Whoa!
Tristan!
That's why people like you never make it.
You don't want it bad enough.
Just don't want it bad enough, do you?
Do you?
Go on, go to nap.
Tired?
No, I'm just going to go to sleep at 9 o'clock.
You're a fucking faggot.
Sleep is bad enough.
No more sleep.
Yesterday I bet in the trenches and here we are.
We're not out there.
I'm still under the pack.
I still didn't show.
Let me get out.
Shouldn't even know I tried filling with bang.
Got blood on my hands from this life of crime.
My son don't know that I'm drilling tonight.
I was sitting in jail, niggas left me behind.
I don't really know why it's hard to find.
A good girl, body count less than five.
I don't need nothing, just a little bit of time.
When I'm in a T, just a little bit of space.
I don't really want you calling my line.
If I do something nuts, you're involved in the case.
Sipped out for a cell, but something got shaved.
You'll never stab one of them, try and get his mates.
If the bullet never got stuck, would've got blaze.
You'll never try to jump out, get him in his face.
I've got this Brompton calling me Bab.
Just hold this gun and let me pebble this slab.
I already know I shouldn't treat her like that.
It's the life and the game.
game I'm involved in mad it's the life I'm involved in sitting in bandos crackheads all of them smoking my nigga switched up so I might have the smoking remember the first time I ever done a poking I looked in his eyes he was choking pull up slap man well tonight's mission is Operation Grand Slam and uh objective is Andrew, what are the objectives of Operation Grand Slam?
11 billion dollars, I think.
Yeah, 11 billion.
That's the goal!
But I'm not joking.
This was...
I'm not joking.
This was a hot girl who messaged me.
The messages are still there for 2024. Back me up.
This was my first reply to her.
I accepted the request.
Nice try, fed boy.
In a picture of Chuck Norris.
She said something I really like you.
I said, nice try, FBI. I said, who are you, blah, blah, blah.
Not today, CIA. Smiley face.
She's deleted her account now.
The agent's deleted her account.
I actually replied with this when hot girl's messaging me.
If hot girl's trying to message me trying to engage in sexual intercourse with me, I immediately assume it's a government operation.
The night's not even started, and Andrew's already discouraged.
It's only 12.30.
We've got seven hours of this to go.
Oh, we've got to really make it out of the trenches.
Marcel.
This is only one way out.
It's true.
One way out.
It's true.
Do the trenches dance.
I can't do it.
Marcel's trenches dance was too good.
Marcel, do the trenches dance for TC. It was too good.
It was sick.
The trench shuffle.
Sharp, boy.
He's looking at the charts.
You think the charts have anything to do with this?
Bro, it's about autistic add-on accounts on Twitter bullposting bullshit.
It has nothing at all to do with the fucking charts.
Are you looking at the charts?
I'm looking at the charts.
I'm looking at the fluctuations.
- You're a faggot.
There's no charts.
There's just destiny.
The price went up.
This does not make the chart go up.
It does.
The chart just went up.
T, keep dancing.
You can't argue with results.
It's going up.
It's going up.
You can't argue with results.
Go on.
It does hit a new life.
Mr. Trenches.
This is not a crypto trading strategy.
Everyone, if you're in the trenches for fun, this is not how you make the coins grow.
No, only I can do it, but I'm doing it for everyone.
Everyone across the world who's invested in the same coins as me.
Alright, it's back under control.
It's back under control.
You don't fucking believe it.
Thank you, Justin.
I appreciate that.
You're welcome, you're welcome.
You guessed it.
I stabilized the chart.
You didn't stabilize the chart.
It was zippin' so bad.
You're a motherfuckin' house, you're a driver.
It's anything.
Back under control.
Back under control.
Thanks, Tate.
Million!
Million!
I thought you did it on the house.
Tristan, start dancing.
No.
If you want me to dance, you can film me dancing.
When it needs pumping, I'll dance.
Shit, it's on the cliff.
Dump it!
Is it the end?
No, I need you.
Save it, Tee.
Tee, we need you, bro.
No.
Tee!
I use my powers only for good.
Save the coin.
Good night, Andy.
That's all she wrote.
I can't dance this mess away.
Tee, save the coin.
No, it's done.
There's something out on me.
Andrew.
It's dead.
They wrecked it.
My dream has died right in front of my eyes.
Yeah, I don't know.
You can't.
You can.
It's 100x or nothing, Marcelo.
What do you not understand?
I'm Diamond Hands.
I go down with the ship.
Well, that ship is dead.
So we've been trading for, what, eight hours now?
And your biggest win is on a shitcoin called E-Trade Fart.
Why is that a shitcoin?
What do you mean?
ETF. If it's profitable, how can you be shit?
You didn't hear about the Bitcoin and the crypto ETFs?
Okay, it's not a shitcoin.
It's a high-risk investment.
Exactly.
Now we're talking.
The fact that that's your big winner.
- Pac-Man working?
- We should just sell everything and go to bed.
- Pac-Man working a bit, yeah.
- Bro, I honestly think you should get out.
- VTF? - Yeah.
Take profits.
It's not really my style to be taking profits, really.
I'm kind of diamond hands, you know?
I'm just kind of in it to win it.
What happened to Instagram?
Oh yeah, I stuck in it and I was up 400% and then it rubbed.
That's a winning strategy.
Now, I'm telling you, now.
100% now's the time.
If I sell, it goes to the moon.
It does not.
But if I stay, it dumps.
It says sell and take profit now.
I'm not sure I can play that that way.
Bro.
I'm not sure that's how I play the game.
Hi, my name's Marcel.
I think you should sell out and take profit. - It's three o'clock in the afternoon and we're all just waking up and we woke up to some pretty horrific news.
Well, it's not horrific news, actually.
When you study the chart, you can see that if you take high-risk investments, then perhaps you can get the biggest return on your funds with an ETF. Do you have the chart pulled up?
Yeah, it's an ETF. Eat, trade, farm.
We bought down there.
I bought here, and I sold here for a small profit when I should have waited.
I should have stayed up till 9.30 in the morning when it was at the maximum, but I didn't.
So now what I've done is I put loads of Solana in, so I'm the number one wallet holder in the world.
So when the ETF recovers, I'll get rich.
It's already made its move.
I am the largest holder of this ETF on the planet.
I make high-risk investments, and I'm financially savvy.
Tell everyone what ETF stands for.
You trade fart.
Marcel, you convinced him to sell.
He would have made half a million dollars.
Yeah, so the only thing to do, I've decided that I'm not winning because I don't have enough conviction.
I need to believe in something.
No more of this cowardice.
I have to believe.
I'm the number one holder.
This is my wallet.
I'm the number one holder of E-Trade Fart.
I have 1.42% of the entire thing.
Me.
Are we losing our minds because of sleep deprivation?
I'm making money on E-Trade Fart whether you like it or not.
You did this.
This is your fault.
This is actually my fault.
ETF is going back.
I'm going to get rich.
And I'm going to say how to get rich.
I'm going to say I got rich off a crypto ETF. And girls are going to be like, ah, he's really smart.
He went to Wall Street.
He went to Wall Street and he invested in a crypto ETF. And I'm going to say, no.
I sat in my war room on house arrest for human trafficking, tired, buying a coin called Eat, Trade, Fart.
That's how I got rich.
So we decided to take a break from the trenches and play a lovely game of poker.
Can you tell everyone what happened 45 minutes into our very first game, please?
No, Bailey, no.
The trenches, like most of life, is actually an endurance test.
And I've said many times on a lot of videos that if you want it bad enough, you're going to get it.
If you never give in, you're going to win in the end.
And it's just a competition to see who quits first, because not everybody can win.
So it's an endurance test.
You think it's not an endurance test?
You think you're allowed to sleep?
Think you're allowed to piss.
Think you're allowed to life.
But no.
The man who never does those things is the man who wins in the end.
And the crypto gods ensure that anybody who tries to have any semblance of life outside of the trenches loses.
It is an endurance test.
You need to lock the fuck in and do nothing else permanently.
So what happened?
We've pulled a week of all-nighters.
And today is the one day we didn't participate.
And what happened?
Missed out on generational wealth.
Good thing I already fucking have it.
Everyone at this table could have become a multi-millionaire on a coin that went 10,000%.
And we missed it because we decided to take one day off from the trenches.
It's a lesson.
Good.
It's God reminding me of everything I teach because it's true.
Time to lock in.
They do keep coming.
They keep coming.
1,350 all in.
All in for 1,350.
Give up sleep.
Give up life.
We literally don't sleep.
Nah, I've started having to sleep.
I'll start getting really sick after a few months.
Every time I fall asleep, I wake up drenched in sweat.
Like I was ill.
And then I crawl out of bed.
Sick.
I have 17 coffees.
It's all fucked up.
I'm happy-go-lucky.
I'm legit fucked up.
Last time we sparred, I was fucked.
I could barely, I could fucking barely punch.
It's even getting to me.
Even I become irritable.
Exactly.
Even me, Mr. Jolly.
Exactly.
Imagine me and me.
And I have compounding issues because for some reason I have to drink 10 liters of water a day so I have to piss every 20 minutes so I don't get to sleep properly.
As it is.
So if I do fall asleep, I'm up every half an hour.