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  1. All I Ask
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All I Ask is a story about a street hustler striving to become a recording artist. | Produced by Outtasite

Lyrics

La La La la la la..... Oh we going. I'm just sayin'...uh huh. That's right...

Verse 1
My football coach in high school used to tell us, don't ever be complacent
I quit school, but I took that lesson with me and applied to whatever I was chasing
I was homeless, I was the brokest, and when I finally came up I was the coldest
Drug dealer in the neighborhood, but I still showed love to all my soldiers
I was always trying to build a team...guess I wanted me a Super Bowl ring
Posted on the corner with cream, but when I was first saw 'em it was rollers I'd scream
First I was down on D. Street, then 98th and Bancroft
Wasn't even copping back then. Just a running back, man waiting for the hand-off

Hook
They cannot hold me. They can't control me
This street is lonely. I'm a lone soldier. I'm a runaway
I'll be gone tomorrow, but I'm here today
My time is borrowed. When it's time to pay
Don’t' let 'em lie or ever try to say
I wasn't true or I wasn't brave....

Verse 2

I was told the rules, told not to break 'em when the OG showed me the game
I was fascinated, started calculating all the money I could make from 'caine
I wasn't even trippin' off fame. Not until the moment it came
And when the crowd showed up I was mesmerized. Blind-sided by that envious look in their eyes
I guess I realized that in their mind I was no longer their ally
Now that I got my own supply I gotta demand mine or I won't survive
Now they wanna step on my toes. Mixing me up with that other guy
I don't really wanna pull a homicide, but I'll be damned if I die in these streets tonight

Hook
They cannot hold me. They can't control me
This street is lonely. I'm a lone soldier. I'm a runaway
I'll be gone tomorrow, but I'm here today
My time is borrowed. When it's time to pay
Don’t' let 'em lie or ever try to say
I wasn't true or I wasn't brave....

Verse 3
I've been a drug store, the drug war, the drug mule, the drug lord
The drug feud's, the drug abused, and the drug source for a drunk whore
I was whatever that dope fiend longed for. The same hustler. I just wanted more
Is it wrong for a brotha from the ghetto to think that he could own him a house on the north shore
Write a hit song, then go on tour. Have the people in the stadiums cheering for him
With his so-called friends wishing harm on 'em. Got people in the stands and they're praying for him
They spreading his word sir, they can't ignore it. Hoping that it help, gon' push him forward
'Cause we all got goals that we're moving toward. That freedom, you better hop on board....

Hook
They cannot hold me. They can't control me

This street is lonely. I'm a lone soldier. I'm a runaway
I'll be gone tomorrow, but I'm here today
My time is borrowed. When it's time to pay
Don’t' let 'em lie or ever try to say
I wasn't true or I wasn't brave....

That's all I ask...That's all I ask...That's all I ask my people...That's all I ask...
That's all I ask...That's all I ask...That's all I ask my people...That's all I ask...
That's all I ask...That's all I ask...That's all I ask my people...That's all I ask...
That's all I ask...That's all I ask...That's all I ask my people...That's all I ask...

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