conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called The Kid Frankie with the following description: Track #8 off Kush and Orange Juice.
  The sample is the beat from English R&B band ‘Loose Ends’ No. 1 hit single, “Hangin' on a String”
  Surprisingly, this song is all about money, weed, and bitches.
  Possibly be an allusion to the movie “The Business” where the main character is a young man called Frankie, and his boss calls him “The Kid Frankie”. In his prime he sells massive amounts of drugs, makes a ton of money and gets some women while he’s at it. Either that or a very odd coincidence. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah
  Kush and Orange Juice
  Fuck it
  Kid Frankie
  [Verse 1]
  I live life sucka free
  That's why the niggas you be with talk down
  Like they don't fuck wit' me
  I get money realistically
  And the homies show me love
  Groupies wanna leave the club wit' me
  Ain't nothin' to a G
  Let your hair blow in the breeze
  Roll some bomb-ass weed
  Get high, cruise out at jet speed
  Do it like I do it for TV
  675, Damier LV's
  7-somethin' with tax
  And when I'm on the plane
  Got the carry-on to match
  Nigga that's fly shit
  Tryna peek game lil homie, just watch this
  Champagne in my cockpit
  Talkin' bout you got a man, Mami just stop it
  Please
  As we proceed
  To give you what you need
  To roll up our weed [Hook]
  You out here talking it
  I'm out here livin it (Out here livin it)
  Niggas know that we doin' our thing
  Cause we out here gettin' it, out here gettin' it
  But I rep the gang gang gang gang gang (Gang gang)
  Ain't nothin changed (Nothin changed)
  Still rep the gang (Still rep the gang)
  Okay
  [Verse 2]
  Self-made, been through what I been through
  So I know what I know
  I write bomb rap songs tellin bitches what I'm into
  So the hoes wanna roll
  First class roll to another coast
  Just to smoke kush
  I know a nigga who grows
  And that's on the real
  Mama if you tryna slide gotta bring one for Will
  Just another day in the life
  'Nother plane, 'nother night
  Gettin faded wit another nigga wife
  Drinkin hella champagne
  Tanqueray wit the Sprite
  Then I'm up in the A.M. to catch another flight
  Niggas reppin the gang
  Simply because everything else lame
  The fans want real niggas
  Them hoes lookin for change
  I seen it all, player in the game
  First they bitin our flow
  Now they jackin our slang [Hook]
  You out here talking it
  I'm out here livin it (Out here livin it)
  Niggas know that we doin' our thing
  Cause we out here gettin' it, out here gettin' it
  But I rep the gang gang gang gang gang (Gang gang)
  Ain't nothin changed (Nothin changed)
  Still rep the gang (Still rep the gang)
  Okay