conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Long Time Comin’ with the following description: Being his natural Weezy self, Wayne decides to rap over Cam'ron and Juelz’s “Long Time Coming” adding to the catalogue of his ever growing remixes. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  Yep, you guessed it
  I came back
  Ha, I came back around
  Yeah, I came back
  I came back, back, I came back around
  Yeah!
  So honored I am to have you back at the dinner table, feasters
  Came back for seconds, people, yes!
  [Verse: Lil Wayne]
  Back door, back room, young nigga still switchin'
  Young nigga still pitchin', naked bitches in the kitchen
  Wishin' that I'd kiss em but I just missed em
  Get my money, then I dismiss em
  Lil' Marley still set trippin'
  He got a bigger pistol now
  He say he ain't missin'—you can't miss him
  He's the skinny dude with da dreads, high yellow-red
  That's always my blood, so we forever bled
  You ain't got to go upstairs, you know what's up there
  Bitches and cookware, hell yeah, fuck yeah
  You know you smell dat cocaine, tough air
  It's been a long time comin', but I come up fair
  I ain't complainin'; I'm hydroplanin'
  Let Capo smash the plaintiff
  Now I'm over the sink, tryin' to think and find the kinks
  To strengthen Italian links
  There is no brakes, no alarms
  Just guns, weed, triggers and bitches
  The thicker the bitches, the bigger the brick is, shit
  Niggas on some 
  bitch
   shit but
  (
  A change gon' come
  )
  And when it do, you better get with it
  Tha Carter 2 triple-exquisite
  So bring your friends on your next visit—let's get it
  The livin room still gata bunch of youngins in it
  Jus waitin on a blunt to hit it and trill comin with it
  And Blake probably in the basement on his calisthetics
  And Tez probably in the office, bein a mathematician
  That's catty-corner to my bedroom; lady in it
  Who only wants Weezy' baby in it
  Yeah, maybe when I finish gettin' this butter, I'll touch you
  But I can't love you; I ain't Usher—I'm all Southern
  All brother, you could call the authority
  Got you wonderin' how; money got the law ignorin me
  Yeah, like I ain't bringin in four a week
  And I need more streets
  The house need sheetrock
  You could hear it all da way down the block
  'Cause when you sleep not, we at work, pops
  Ain't no stopwatch, ain't no clocks up
  When we leave, all you gotta do is put the pots up
  We eatin' cheese and bread, we stocked up
  So you could put your eggs and tots up, it's not us
  When I wake up, I pop up
  Another day, another dollar—bitch, holla
  This time I've exercised my power
  So now I'm singin in da shower
  A li'l deodorant, a lil' howard Johnson
  Forty bags of powder, get the keys off the counter
  I walk out the door and smell a flower
  Now I'm about to go get into this album
  Welcome