conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Fly Away with the following description: A remix of Kendrick Lamar’s 2017 song “DNA” and the intro off Dedication 6.
  Wayne released a short clip to his Instagram that showed Lil Wayne standing in the background as the “DNA.” instrumental can be heard.
  He captioned the video
  D6 I might just release some early!!" Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Drama]
  Ahem
  I'd like for you to take this time
  And remember where you was
  The first time you heard 
  Dedication
  If I asked you how many times you've listened to 
  D2
  Could you tell me?
  Dedication 3
   was the first mixtape you heard when we had a Black president
  D4
   and 
  5
  , we got back to business
  Y'all done copied the rhymes
  Y'all done stole the artwork
  Tried to emulate my shit-talkin'
  Weezy and Dram' — we are the Mixtape Blueprint
  Hahaha! You welcome
  A Dedication
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  I got Doja, Narcotics, and Actavis; that's DNA
  Got a Dyke-ho, Nympho, And your bitch layin' next to me and bae
  Eazy like NWA, they make me feel A-OK
  Feeling like Tony, "Grr-rr-reat!";
   
  feeling all on me, TSA
  She got Dollars, Nut, and Alcohol all over her T&A
  She snort all this KKK,
   and this broad need AAA
  Let's enjoy some NBA,
   
  y'all lil boys NCAA
  Yeah we got A-M-M-O, but you'll get beat like MMA
  I got Dracos, Ninos, Automatics; that's my DNA
  You'll get beat like Sugar Ray, TKO,
   O-H-H
  I smoke O's, I sip Ace, I pop whole Xanies straight
  I got P's, I got weight, I got kis, I got gates
  I got moonrock, molly, ecstasy, inside this weed, it's laced
  I smoke doobies, don't smoke J's
  Don't watch movies, don't go to plays
  I watch cuties, porn, and play
  I got Uzis on the way
  I don't be choosey, I don't be safe
  I don't get woozy, I get the waist
  My bitch ballin' like Zhané,
   
  Erykah Badu with the fade
  Capital-WNBA, I just teach her how to save
  I been sleepin' with my AK, with my finger around her waist
  I been dreamin' I caught a body —
  That's some sweet dreams, who want a taste?
  Give the American dream to a bitch that ain't even from the USA
  That's the land of the Free, it's the home of AJ
  Got a whole brick of some yay, I put one line on the plate
  She's gon' take it to the face, like "thin line between love and hate"
  I got Dealers 'N' Associates, call that my DNA
  All these diamonds, all this gold and shit, call that PB&J
  I got Bloods in LA, I got Bloods down in the A
  I got Bloods everywhere you lay but ain't no blood in my filet
  Hit the court, shoot the DA, treat beef like USDA
  OMW to your trap, 
  (Blap!)
  , now I'll be On My Way
  I got plugs I ain't got to pay, I got shit I ain't got to say
  I got cribs way out of state, I ain't got no more pocket space
  Sippin' slo-mo at my pace,
   
  lean like I wear a brace
  Queens want to be embraced, Kings want to be an Ace
  I remember Ace of Spades, I remember the Goose is Grey
  Now it's Bumbu by the case, nigga, fuck you, fly away
  Six shit, 
  (blrrrp) [Break: DJ Drama & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  Dedicated
  To the culture that Tunechi birthed
  To the sons and daughters of Weezy
  Y'all niggas still watching a master at work
  I already got...
  D6
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  I already got the Ganja
  I already got the Fanta
  All black like Uganda
  Hair back like E. Honda
  , wait
  Hardhat like a condom
  Your skull crack, then we crowned you
  Shark bite to a flounder
  Bar fight to a bouncer, wait
  All Franks like Sinatra
  Face been painted, they ain't never clowned him
  Everybody rakin' cash like it's autumn
  Y'all boys sweeter than Whatchamacallit
  All y'all take a seat on this toilet
  Y'all ain't shit, but y'all piss-poor, and
  Sittin' in the foreign like I'm on a Harley
  Keep bloodsuckers away with the garlic
  Alone in a mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
  Thought about your coffin and started barfin'
  Thought about your orphans, how they probably starvin'
  Thought about this artful shit, how I'm so thoughtful
  Walkin' on the marble, feelin' like Ricardo
  Walkin' 'round like the campus of Harvard
  Shoutout my nigga Swizz, niggas gettin' smarter
  Try to hit the books, and nigga hit the target
  Sittin' on the charter, talkin' 'bout the targets
  Waitin' on departure, waitin' on a sculpture
  Make sure my vultures keep an extra cartridge
  And make sure my Barbies keep an extra Barbie
  My dick is her electric chair, feel the voltage
  And her pussy better smell like a orchid
  Wetter than a wishin' well, need a quarter
  Damn, I wish I was a lil bit taller
  Damn, I wish I drank a lil more water
  Damn, my weed stank a lil more harder
  Damn, I pull up with a redbone, scarlet
  With a yellowbone car
  Smoke green, that's Marley
  Purple and the orange, you seen, that's horror
  No Eve in my garden, F-R-uh, F-R-uh
  All the Gs in my corner, them boys so warriors
  Believe we deserve every leaf in the forest
  Kis and quarters layin' around my headquarters
  Borderline hoarder, you a mortal, I report her
  World on my shoulders but it's lighter than a clover
  I'm your bitch, baby, hold me tighter than a stroller
  System so solar, got white like Crayola
  Nut like granola all in your bitch rollers
  You never been in jail, I never been in a Corolla
  Then I roll a blunt 'bout as thick as a Samoan
  This is that six shit, the sickness is showin'
  The sickness is spreadin', the disease is growin'
  The bitches is hoein', the witnesses knowin'
  The dollars are torn, they're fishin' for coins
  I continue goin', 
  I get to the boar and
  I rip off his horns, six in the mornin'
  Then I just yawn and forget to mourn and
  Give to the star, it's 6, the reward