conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called My Life with the following description: Produced by Streetrunner & SAROM, My Life is the second single from Slaughterhouse’s sophomore album, Welcome to: OUR HOUSE.
  After their street hit, Hammer Dance, they’re positioning this Cee-lo assisted track as their radio smash.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: CeeLo Green]
  This is my mothafuckin' life
  My life, oh yeah
  [Verse 1: Crooked I]
  Ay, S-L-A, U-G-H, T-E-R, H-O-U-S-E
  Yes we are, the best in the biz, the West in the bitch, this East side LB
  Money over coochie, mayne, 645 when dip through the burbs
  I be on my Gucci Mane, smash on the gas, kick a bitch to the curb
  House in the hills, thousands and mill's
  Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil
  On ounces and pills, how does it feel?
  To count dollar bills that I piled off skills
  Check it out, Jets fly private
  Nigga S5 Hybrid, baby test drive my whip
  I’m in Bed Stuy with my chick
  On my West side fly shit
  Pulling out minks when the weather get chilly
  Left Eye side kick
  Now don’t you niggas go chasing waterfalls
  These bitches wall to wall and they love them Slaughter's y'all
  [Chorus: CeeLo Green]
  This is my motherfucking life
  My life, oh yeah
  This is my motherfucking life
  (Jets fly private, Nigga S5 Hybrid, Baby test drive my whip) [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
  Sometimes I look around and I just, I just can’t believe it
  I’m on a high like a falsetto, maybe that’s why I feel like I’m dreaming
  My eyes just quit, look what I’m seeing
  My life just shifted, I feel like I’m breathing
  Light that spliff
  Nah, I don’t even smoke cause it burn my throat but tonight I’m steaming
  Patron in my cup, holding mine up
  Toasting with a slut, that I know I'm gon' fuck
  In these five star sheets, put her right to sleep, then kick the bitch out when I wake up
  Even though baby girl got a large ol' ass
  I remember praying that my cargo's last
  Now my car so fast, I don't think you understand in a Murcielago dash
  When it hurts but you ride through the dirt, and you work till it hurt, and you end up on Marshall’s staff
  Hoping that your granny get to see you at the Grammy’s, get a call from your family that your grandma passed
  Then you know what you promised her
  So you stay hot as a, thermometer, dipped in lava
  So proud to be part of a, conglomerate, like this
  [Chorus: CeeLo Green]
  This is my mothafuckin' life
  My life, oh yeah
  [Bridge: Cee-Lo]
  Every time that they play this
  Put your hands up high if
  You're happy you made it
  It's bittersweet when I say it
  But since I'm alive, might as well celebrate [Chorus: CeeLo Green]
  This is my mothafuckin' life
  My life, oh yeah
  [Verse 3: Joe Budden]
  What a success story, when the film plays it gets less gory
  My son didn’t know who his pop was for years, now it's less Maury
  God put it there as a test for me
  Used to walk around with the vest and 40
  Cops tryna mess hall me
  Now babes with the 34F’s adore me
  I took the rock and a hard place and made the best orgy
  Now the fans approach, I get paranoid
  Where I’m from, they tell me never let your guard rest
  But it’s simple to disregard stress
  Hoes run to the bone and it ain’t farfetched
  [Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"]
  Now jets fly high shit
  That Panamera Porsche that’s Ryan’s fly whip
  As a kid I was poor, playing tag, now I’m it!
  For those of yall that don’t remember me
  I’m a Detroit Oak Parker
  Went from no office to offers
  I told ya’ll I would get my daddy out the post office
  And so far I don’t really need to own my city
  Just as long as the D is on my fitted
  My sons and my daughter and my wife is along for the ride
  This is the motherfucking life [Chorus: CeeLo Green]
  This is my mothafuckin' life
  My life, oh yeah