conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Get High Rule the World with the following description: 8th track on Da Drought 3. On this track, Weezy tackles “If I Ruled The World”, which is arguably Nas' most popular song.
  This track, much like the original, is Wayne dreaming of a Utopian lifestyle. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah
  Drought 3
  Hear my chains? Haha
  That mean I'm balling, bitch!
  Haha
  If you didn't know
  If you wasn't informed, or something like that
  This is 
  Da Drought 3
  And um... Check this out
  [Verse 1]
  Yeah, imagine waking up out your sleep to them pistols blasting
  And if the witness is dead, there's no trial
  If you didn't know then, ho, well, you know now
  And I don't mean basketball when I say, "I don't know y'all"
  Money, money, money, money boost my morale
  Play with my money, money, money: O.K. Corral
  I like a bitch with a apple-bottom like Vokal
  The top is at my fingertips like I ain't got no nails
  I got blood brothers, bitch; I ain't got no pals
  I make a girl get low, like I ain't got no L's
  I'm a paper-chasing dog, check my toenails
  And I never miss a game, no Shaq O'Neal
  More like Brett Favre,
   
  just like Brett Favre
  I been shot two times; just wipe that off
  But I thank You for putting me right back, Lord
  And to You, Father, I would give my life back for it
  That knife, that sword; that gun, that war
  Make your so-called "soldiers" just run like Gore
  Yeah—Frank, that is, from San Francis'
  And I got more banana clips than chimpanzees
  Ten addresses, and I dresses
  Like I thinks I'm the motherfucking best there is
  And I'm about to bubble, and she catch that fizz
  And I'm straight from Claiborne, nigga; just ask Liz
  Check your neck—there ain't a crook like this
  From the city where the judge throw the book at kids
  Burner in school, in my bookbag, hid
  Talk stupid at lunch, and we having your ribs
  If you are not home, then we having your kids
  And if you can't come up with half, I'll send you half of your kid
  Back to the balling, extravagant crib
  I'm on the toilet watching 
  Martin
  , just laughing and shit
  Don't know why I get high, but I get high
  I get high, like, every single day
  You do shit that them other women can't
  Mary Jane, what is it you done to me? Yeah
  I pop a beat and start rolling
  And then, I smoke it like a muh'fucking stogie
  Peep how I wrote it:
  I was rappin to the "ding-ding-ding-ding..." Fuck it [Hook]
  Get high, screw the world
  And that's that, hahaha
  I need all my funds, yeah
  All my money, baby, haha
  Black diamonds and pearls
  Believe that, hm
  I made "Bling Bling,"
   
  and my chest look like a mural
  I'm nuts—just call me "Squirrel"
  [Bridge]
  My fetish is the girls
  But the women—not the girls
  Act your age, not your shoe size
  Maybe we can do the twirl
  I'll be the Prince of her pearl-tongue
  Earring in her pearl-tongue
  If she come, let her girl come
  Give her a pill, give her girl one
  [Verse 2]
  "Party time, excellent"—yup, 
  Wayne's World
  Campbell's Soup on the wrist, just call me "Earl"
  Lil' Marl, don't shoot 'em, you heard?
  I get high, my words slur, I start callin 'em "Merl'"
  "Hey, Merl', light that 'firre'"
  And I know this old, but I'm really "Hot in Herre"
  I went with the Phantom, my niggas copping the Spurs
  My hand's in the pot—I'd rather eat and stir [Hook]
  It's I against the world
  And I'm strapped! Yeah
  I bring all my guns
  Shoot mothers, fathers, babies—damn!
  Black handguns to serve
  We could see, but we are so blind to the signs
  They trying to lose the world
  [Bridge]
  And we will walk right up with our guns, yup
  Hand in hand, yeah
  We'll march right after the drum
  But I don't mean no band
  [Outro]
  Nigga, 
  Drought 3
  !