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conversations.value: Write me a song called Man of the Year with the following description: Man of the Year is the last track off of Drake’s 2007 mixtape Comeback Season.
  Drake used the beat and Lil Wayne’s vocals from the original Man Of The Year song off of Brisco & Flo-Rida’s Money Right Mixtape. The original song featured Brisco, Flo-Rida, & Lil Wayne.
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Drake]
  Damn, I done walked in here
  Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
  Think I had the motherfucking plan of the year
  Which was simply to make groupie fans of my peers
  And I get my girl whatever she desire
  And my niggas get whatever they require
  These rappers old, I’m the reason they expire
  Plus I got a city that I Carey like Mariah
  Damn, that punch line was predictable
  I still got you shitting bricks, homie quit the bull
  And we don’t need new members, to me the clique is full
  And I be getting the same women that Tip can pull
  Believe or not, I receive a lot
  So I be wearing the same Gucci that Jeezy got
  And I be buying the Louis that Kanyeezy cop
  And I be ripping the same records that Weezy rock
  This shit is easy pop
  That’s why I’m ready man
  I’d never copy Nor-bit like Eddie man
  Did you get it? Eddie Murphy was in Norbit
  Or was it way over your head, did you forfeit?
  Yeah, I take a woman shopping in a store quick
  Her ass big, 
  she just trying to make a four fit
  Yeah, they need to issue out a recall
  I’m going up and they heading into a freefall
  The fundamentals are needed, you playing streetball
  And I was out at BET, but I didn’t see ya’ll
  These Skee-Lo rappers wishing they could be tall
  Letting all their fake friends use them like a free stall [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  Damn, I done walked in here
  Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
  My shades so dark and my ice so bright
  My buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
  Like, round one, round two, round three
  I told you not to ever bring a bitch ’round me
  Cause, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga
  No, ain’t no nigga like me
  Ya dig
  [Verse 2: Drake]
  I said I know you see me chilling super low key
  If I’m with the right niggas, you can scoop an O.Z
  All the hustlers and the bouncers and the groupies know me
  Fresh denim, fresh shades in a coupe with no keys
  It start up when I touch the door
  And I encourage ladies to touch the floor
  As soon as we finish cutting, we can cut some more
  Then after you get high
  Make em, get em, girl you finna get low
  Lights dimmed down
  Got a lota dough plus a hit sound
  What you mean you ain’t heard? I come highly recommended
  Everybody my friend even if they been offended
  They ain’t really got a choice, it’s an obvious decision
  You tryna make a come up in my city, it’s a given
  Plus a nigga famous, plus I got a vision
  Not to mention having bars like a motherfucking prison
  They taking too long, their records on hold
  They threatened by my presence cause I make them feel old
  Guaranteed if they drop, they bragging bout what they sold
  Just remember where I live at, fifty thousand's going gold
  Holla at me when you see me, make yourself known
  Instead of hatin’ on my music in the comfort of your home
  Nigga, be a man, you acting like a bitch
  I ain’t acting like I’m rude
  I’m just acting like I’m rich, rich
  Riding with Weezy fucking Baby
  Are you the type of girl that me and Weezy fucking, baby?
  Cause I don’t waste time, can’t you see a nigga lazy
  And I might need some help
  But, you know, Weezy’s fucking crazy [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  Damn, I done walked in here
  Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
  My shades so dark and my ice so bright
  My buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
  Like, round one, round two, round three
  I told you not to ever bring a bitch ’round me
  Cause, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga
  No, ain’t no nigga like me
  Ya dig
  [Spoken Word: Lil Wayne]
  Y-M, bitch, everyday
  Two times on Sunday
  Spitta!
  Check your blinkers, baby
  Check your blinkers, baby
  Cause, to me, look like you’ve been turning right all day, yeah
  Right my way, I got a boulevard, baby
  That’s right, Cash Avenue
  Wall Street gangsta
  Carter, y'all
  Why would I lie, yeah
  I ain’t rich, bitch, I’m wealthy
  Young, I talk shit til I die
  Come kill me, nigga
  Fuck you, no homo
  She like it, yeah
  Boy, these motherfucking glasses I got on right now
  Are so motherfucking cold [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  Damn, I done walked in here
  Looking like the motherfucking man of the year
  My shades so dark and my ice so bright
  My buddy in my pants wanna fight your wife
  Like, round one, round two, round three
  I told you not to ever bring a bitch ’round me
  Cause, ain’t no nigga like a Young Money nigga
  No, ain’t no nigga like me
  Ya dig