Everything They Asked for

Frost Gamble on the beat
I ain't playing with y'all

Unless you been under a rock for a while
You should know who this is by now
It's Chop
The man with the bars
Going against me that's a big risk
The gamble is large
Look (Gamble)
I ain't compete in a sec
But my rhymes like heartburn
You can feel them deep in your chest
I murder beats
In other words beat them to death
My flow cold when I spit
I be seeing my breath
Uh
I got the booth on fire
Been nice since they made the roof is on fire
I rock like Master Scott
I'm dynamic
A beast when I was on the block
I ran it
And that's word to my pops
I'll son you
My words shock like
I just stun gunned you
The wrong one to play with or joke with
My aim is to turn the richest rappers to the brokest
I heard someone said
I wasn't the dopest
Get your throat slit
If I find out you the culprit
I got a hit squad
Ready and quick to pull ish
Buncha head bangers
Who wanna get their skull split
This track hard
When you hear it then share it
Til I'm making dollars
Just like Erick & Parish
Your style's nothing like mine
How dare you compare it
You're very generic
You should be very embarrased
I'll shut the stage down
Have you scared to get near it
Kill the track and leave the beat buried in lyrics

Tone Chop
Do your thing
Spit that fire
While I sing
Know this
But I bring
Everything they asked for
Baby
You can't lie
When queens come
Thru and rise
I keep
Giving them
Everything they asked for

Tone Chop
Do your thing
Spit that fire
While I sing
Know this
But I bring
Everything they asked for
Baby
You can't lie
When queens come
Thru and rise
I keep
Giving them
Everything they asked for



Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Valentine
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