conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Thought It Was a Drought with the following description: For the 12th track of Dedication 6: Reloaded, Weezy remixes Future’s popular DS2 intro “Thought It Was A Drought” which was released in 2015.
  The track arguably fits right into Wayne’s corner as he made himself famous with his legendary Da Drought mixtape series.
  Just like Future, Weezy is rapping about the things he loves; Money, weed, lean and skating. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Drama & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  Shout to Mack Maine!
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Hood boss, what's up?
  6, 6, 6
   (Gangsta Grizz-ills!)
  [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  Big body on brabus, that's all I know
  Big shotties in the closet, that's all I wore
  Screaming "money over power," quote, un-quote
  And if the bread get too low, kidnap John Doe (Hold up)
  [Refrain: Lil Wayne]
  I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops
  I'm smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin drop (Hold up)
  I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her mouth (Yeah)
  Swimming in my money, I smell chlorine when I count (Get 'em)
  [Verse: Lil Wayne]
  Skating and mating, I'm spinning like Daytons
  I'm winning like Peyton, I'm Christian like Laettner
  I'm putting some straightener into all of these Satans
  I'm wilder than Nathan, Goliath on David
  I'm quietly waiting, I'm trying to be patient
  But they want me to wait for Simon to say it
  But I am too faded, so talk to my agent
  Or they talk about you to your congregation
  Man, no conversation or negotiation
  No affiliation by association
  I need confirmation for my compensation
  Or we make a corpse out of your corporation
  I need my donation, take drugs in rotation
  That AK gon' sound like a standing ovation
  They landing your facial, bandanna, rosacea
  I'm all about numbers, comparisons, ratios
  Collateral, collateral
  Xanax and Adderall got me unparalleled
  Me and your bitch compatible
  Go together like a parachute and a "geronimo"
  This dick is mechanical
  But he get too casual up in the vaginal
  I pop a Viag-a-ra, she hop like a kangaroo
  Suck like a snaggle-tooth
  I ain't got time for no rumors
  When I am not human, or you men, I'm booming
  I'm fucking her, fucking her roomie
  I'm platinum versus aluminum, I'm shrooming
  I visualize what I'm assuming, my vision is gloomy
  But fuck it, I zoom in and now I see movement
  And I'd like to thank all the niggas that schooled me
  But I still might shoot up my class reunion
  I'm sipping that Houston like it's communion
  Smoking some weed, bright as a petunia
  I'm walking around Miss America
  Like I'm the King, King of Zamunda
  Been hanging around with my shooters
  When you was still hanging out with Mr. Cooper
  Which one of you niggas want beef?
  I'm putting your name all inside the chalupa
  Money since the Mayans, thuggin' since the riots
  Six, exemplifyin', higher than Orion
  Lion off the diet, eat the whole safari
  Pop a cork or body, keep it soft and sour
  Watch the market tower
  Find a wooden counter, knock on it twice and count 'em
  Competition, clown 'em, opposition chowder
  Watch the bitches shower, optimistic mama
  Common sense ain't common, top position scholar
  So far from the bottom, they can't hear me holler
  All I say is our, all I say is our, our father
  My lil' bae a model, pussy taste like cobbler
  Make me "As-salamu alaykum" about her
  What more can I say about her? Pray about it
  I just race the 'Rari, left it way behind me, taste the mileage
  Loud-ass blatant diamonds, I think they the loudest
  Waking zombies
  Break a face or promise, give me steak lasagna, hate your honor
  Still my mama's baby; and my baby mamas, they some riders
  Can't deflate them tires, I'm still chasing commas
  Nigga, I made Big Tymers
  And I'm still taking time to make it timeless
  Dedication problems
  Six shit, ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah... [Skit: Lil Wayne]
  The nicest thing a fan can say to me when they approach me on the street is any fucking thing true, anything real. You know what I mean, that's the nicest thing. I mean like, even if its cliché, cliché I can still tell when that cliché was straight from your heart and that's all you could think about, all you could think to say when you saw me or if you meant it, like even if it's that, like I said just when it's real. You know why? 'Cause sometimes people can say things that's so real to them that they don't even know that, you know what I mean, some of the things they are saying isn't fact, you know what I mean, official. But you know, things like so what I mean like example: you might walk up on somebody, I might walk up on somebody on the street and they might, uh, they might... shout out the valet from today, umm well yesterday, shout out the valet from yesterday, before you opened the door of my car, you're looking in my eyes, you're a young cat too, you look me in the eyes and you say ahh, and he couldn't, his English wasn't all that, he said: I like the new album, I really like the new project, and I said to him I was like thank you man, he meant that, 'cause he looked me in my eyes and he even opened my door before he said it, you know what I mean, so I was like damn you know when I got in the car I was like damn it's not a project. You know what I mean I don't even consider that, it's damn sure not an album just a mixtape, you know what I mean, but to him that was real, that shit was real, could be a project not an album, so shout out to homie. I slid him a nice little tip you know what I mean