conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Champions with the following description: “Champions” is a celebratory rap anthem, featuring some of the game’s most popular rappers. It was originally released as the first single of G.O.O.D. Music’s scrapped Cruel Winter, a follow-up to 2012’s compilation album,Cruel Summer.  It was released on iTunes on June 12th, 2016.
  Kanye West is joined by a whopping seven artists, including Quavo, Yo Gotti and Gucci Mane—three artists he’s never worked with before.
  The song was first previewed on Big Sean and Ian Conner’s Snapchat. It later premiered on Big Boy’s Radio minutes after Kanye announced it on Twitter.  During a Q&A on Twitter, Fonzworth Bentley described how the Gucci Mane feature came to fruition.
  
  
  
  
  The minimalistic single artwork is a nod to Pusha T, who released his singles “Numbers On the Boards” and “Who I Am” (which featured 2 Chainz and Big Sean) with white covers that read, “No Artwork” and “No Artwork 2,” respectively. According to an interview with Pusha, Kanye designed the “No Artwork” cover:
  [I asked him] what’s the artwork? He was like, there’s no artwork. That was the extreme theme, and our first way of implementing what we were discussing about the stark and minimal, art where the primary focus is on the music. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Quavo]
  (Quavo!)
  Lifestyle on camera (Camera)
  Hundred thousand dollar chandelier (Chandelier)
  They tried to turn me to an animal (Animal)
  But white people think I'm radical (Radical)
  Supermodels think I'm handsome (Handsome)
  You might think I'm too aggressive (Aggressive)
  But really I think I'm too passive (Hey)
  'Til I pull out the chopper, start blastin' (Bow)
  [Chorus: Travis Scott & 
  Desiigner
  ]
  1500, all in singles (Straight up!)
  Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
  'Round and 'round they go
  'Round and 'round they go (
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  )
  [Verse 2: Kanye West]
  Pray for me
  I'm about to hit the Ye button
  I don't wanna say nothin' wrong
  But it'd be wrong if I ain't say nothin'
  Imagine if I ain't say somethin'
  Wouldn't none these niggas say nothin'
  I done lost and made money
  Now I'm makin' somethin' they can't take from me
  And I'm fresh out of debt in this mothafucka!
  And they still ain't ready yet for a muhfucka!
  Yeezy might have to go and put his Louis on
  I'm 'bout to go Gucci in the Gucci store [Verse 3: Gucci Mane]
  It's Gucci!
  Fresh out the feds in this mothafucka (Hah)
  And they still ain't ready yet for a mothafucka (No)
  Gucci Mane and I'm 'bout to put my Yeezys on (Huh?)
  Now that Gucci home, it's over for you Gucci clones
  [Chorus: Travis Scott, 
  Big Sean
  ]
  1500, all in singles (Straight up)
  Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
  'Round and 'round they go
  'Round and 'round they go
  Champions, we run the city
  Number one, they fallin' from the top
  'Round and 'round they go
  'Round and 'round they go (Straight up)
  [Verse 4: Big Sean]
  Look, I say a prayer for my enemies (Prayer)
  They cannot slow down what's meant for me
  Funny how they come around like I can't see through they secret identities
  Lately, it's all about Zen in me
  Subtractin' the negative energy
  Fuck with the family, turn your ass to a memory
  My niggas keep it a century
  I blow the check up, nigga, detonation
  Kill 'em one by one, 
  Final Destination
  Top my destination
  I got guardian angels all around a nigga, that's deflectin' Satan
  I'm a mothafuckin' champion
  This right here the fuckin' anthem
  I can't dap you without hand san'
  I don't know where your dirty ass hands been
  I wake up to like a hundred texts
  Championship team, but we can't cut the net (Okay)
  She all off in my jersey lookin' underdressed
  I'm finna buy this bitch a Honda CRX
  With... [Chorus: Travis Scott & 
  Desiigner
  ]
  1500, all in singles (straight up!)
  Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
  'Round and 'round they go
  'Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it go
  'Round and 'round they go
  I'd rather be strapped and ride with a pole
  Than to get down in a hole
  [Verse 5: 2 Chainz]
  I took a nap in the pulpit
  I never like how a suit fit
  I got a pocket full of money
  It got me walkin' all slew-foot
  I'm on my wave like a cruise ship
  In that ho mouth like a toothpick
  Anyone get in my way
  Nothin' to say, I tote 'em choppas like pool sticks
  I wear pajamas to Ruth's Chris
  Couldn't walk a mile in my new kicks
  I'm comin' from the apartments
  We never had our damn pool fixed
  Walk in the mall with my new bitch
  Tell her to get the whole rack
  My new bitch gon' pull me a new bitch
  Then pull me a new bitch
  See that is a snowball effect
  I got gold on my neck
  Lookin' like a Super Bowl on my neck
  I got a mansion full of marble floors
  It look like I could go bowl in this bitch
  Versace logos on bowls in this bitch
  Like I'm a serial killer
  I put the real in gorilla
  I did this shit for my niggas [Chorus: Travis Scott & 
  Desiigner
  ]
  1500, all in singles (straight up!)
  Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
  'Round and 'round they go
  'Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it go
  'Round and 'round they go
  I'd rather be strapped and ride with a pole
  Than to get down in a hole
  Champions, we run the city
  Number one, they fallin' from the top
  'Round and 'round they go
  'Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it go
  'Round and 'round they go
  I'd rather be strapped and ride with a pole
  Than to get down in a hole
  [Verse 6: Yo Gotti]
  I'm Yo Gotti!
  Reach for my chain is suicide
  The car I drive fit two inside
  They mad at Ye 'cause he all in the neighborhood
  But he let them goons inside
  Let's fuck up the neighborhood
  Let's fuck up the neighborhood
  Buy every house in this bitch
  You know that the money good
  My wrist in the kitchen go 'round and 'round
  Play with the kid, I'ma gun you down
  The roof on that Wraith in the lost and found
  Official trap shit let me slow it down
  Way more shit than a Pamper
  All we rock is bandanas
  Whips so nasty, no manners
  I just got head in a Phantom
  [Verse 7: Gucci Mane]
  She say she don't want a chump, baby want a champ
  She say money make her cum, Gucci make her damp (Gucci!)
  1017's the Squad, Gucci Mane's the stamp
  And he don't never sleep, he's a fuckin' vamp
  I heard your bitch ride on the bus, you don't give a damn
  My bitch drive a Lamb', you should call her ma'am
  I love my Auntie Jane, but fuck Uncle Sam
  I'm a walkin' money machine, check my Instagram
  Niggas never test the kid so I don't have to cram
  My city treat me like a king, I should wear a crown
  And I don't really fuck around
  I gave my bitch two mil' 'cause she stuck around
  [Chorus: Travis Scott & 
  Desiigner
  ]
  1500, all in singles (straight up!)
  Throw it up, watch it fall and drop
  'Round and 'round they go
  'Round and 'round it go, 'round and 'round it go
  'Round and 'round they go
  I'd rather be strapped and ride with a pole
  Than to get down in a hole
  Champions, we run the city
  Number one, they fallin' from the top
  'Round and 'round they go
  'Round and 'round it go
  'Round and 'round they go
  I'd rather be strapped and ride with a pole
  Than to get down in a hole