Losing Weight 3 - Cam'Ron

The present’s great, the future’s bright

One thing you can’t take away is my past though

A lot of y’all be a dollar short and a day late

That’s why I beat y’all to the punch

I was 14, just startin' a dream

All grandma wanted was a washing machine

Couldn’t afford it, left me with a heart full of steam

Felt like coffee, let me borrow some cream

Hustlers said «You can’t be part of the team», why?

«You a ball player, one day you gon' make it out»

Yeah I hear all that, but I ain’t tryna wait it out

You givin' me the work or what, what the debate about?

They said no, so my options I had to weigh it out

Fuck the daily news, I’ma found me a paper route

Got with the stick up kids, them niggas drove a Pontiac

Never met Martin, but could tell you where the Tommy at

Pass me the pump, that’s no relation to Johnny, Jack

Gripped it like I’m gettin' in and out that laundromat mat

Apologize to the couple I had to victimize

Week later, told nanna, «Look, I got a big surprise»

She was happy, but listen she ain’t no dumb dumb

Where the money for this washer and dryer come from?

Won it playin' basketball, man, a lump sum

Gave her a kiss and a hug, that’s where I come from

Why it feel like I’m losin' weight?

Why I ain’t got no money if I’m movin' weight?

My life’s based upon what I’ma do today

Cop a crib, new estate

Yeah, that’s what I used to say

You can’t get paid on an earth this big, you worthless kid

You know the rest, that’s life, nigga (life, nigga)

That’s life, nigga (life, nigga)

Yeah, huh

I had to get off the mob beat

I gave 'em up, but shit, it could be my streets

Be on boulevards, avenues, side streets

Where you get wet and on top is a dry sheet

R.I.P.

Big L, he put me on his album

R.I.P.

Bloodshed, y’all niggas knew the outcome

R.I.P.

Reg White, my nigga was a falcon

R.I.P.

Hud 6, I’m still lookin' up like «how come?»

Can’t forget Fat Mack and Sean Q

Right now I’d like to take a second, thank Don Pooh

He gave me money to write for Young Gavin

I ain’t have a deal, I was full time trappin'

I mean, no credentials…