Lyrics Losin' Weight 3 - Cam’ron

Present's great, the future's bright
One thing you can't take away is my past though
Shorty told me a story I ain't cast any aspersions or hold judgement
So I told her a piece of mind

I was fourteen, 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? (Weight)
Why I ain't got no money if I'm movin' weight? (Weight)
My life's based upon what I'ma do today
Cop a crib, a new estate (new estate)
Yeah, that's what I used to say (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
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
And I ain't have a deal, I was full time trappin'
I mean, no credentials but he see my potential
Thanking the ones that help you get started, essential
I could've been outlines, chalked, or stenciled
Now I got insurance money for my dentals
So-called gangsters you better move gentle
Kill you with the number two lead from my pencil
But everything's beautiful, me and money are mutual
Tried to come between and we'll quickly put you in neutral
Moving pharmaceutical through the street well is suitable
Perc from 1997 still inside my cuticles
Nah Killa they ain't used to you
Slug pretty thug but I ain't here to get cute with you
We keep the instruments, nah it ain't no musical
Dog food you fuckin' with the Ooga Nooga crew
King shit, bling shit all ready for the crown
Me against you bet that double down
See I did the Midwest and see I melt it down
Back at Flex car show I was selling pounds
"Is that Charlotte?" "I don't know" but I'm heartless
Weaving all the charges, I'ma eat regardless
Allah forbade him, folding wasn't in the script
Just how I was feeling what you see is what you get
I mean look, the Godfather, your father, no Maury Show
From 140, if I want let the .40 go
Black and white like an Oreo, just how the story's told
Nigga's sucking dick on their knees at the glory hole
Van glorious, I don't need the glory though
Nah I don't need the glory though

Why it feel like I'm losin' weight? (Weight)
Why I ain't got no money if I'm movin' weight? (Weight)
My life's based upon what I'ma do today
Cop a crib, a new estate (new estate)
Yeah, that's what I used to say (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)