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conversations.value: Write me a song called Commercial with the following description: “Commercial” marks Lil Baby’s and Lil Uzi Vert’s second collaboration. Baby originally announced that he would probably never release this song after he previewed his first verse in late 2019.
  The song was however announced to be part of Baby’s sophomore album My Turn before being leaked in its entirety a few days before the release of the album. Uzi’s verse was most likely recorded in the month before the song’s release, given Lil Uzi’s allusion to Kobe Bryant’s passing away in January 2020. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Drake & Lil Juice]
  (
  Tay Keith, this too hard
  )
  (
  Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
  )
  [Verse 1: Lil Baby]
  I paid some extra before we even come out
  And don't even wear it to show I ain't playin'
  I hit the bitch and I gave her some racks
  And I pull up my pants, she know I ain't stayin'
  Go on a store run and get rubber bands
  I done got rich, I done put on my mans
  Choppers in traffic, that's just how I'm livin'
  They say that I'm trippin', they wouldn't understand
  She take a trip, she come back with a tan
  I take a trip, I come back with them bands
  When I was dealin', it really was killin' 'em
  Had 'em competin', tryna see what I'm payin'
  She throw a hoodie on soon as we land
  She don't like pics, I got too many fans
  I'm runnin' shit, I can do what I want
  And it's really a limit, you do what you can
  I found the booth and I put that shit up
  'Fore I run out of cash, they gonna run out of land
  I fell in love with this bitch 'cause her head was amazing
  I swear I don't even know her name
  I'm 'bout to takeoff, I gave 'em a chance
  They gave me ten M&M's on advance
  Thought I'd be trappin' forever, but God came and blessed me
  I guess it was part of the plan
  How he on fire, but he cool as a fan?
  Can't get at you, we gon' get at your man
  They can relate to me 'cause I be poppin' it
  Put in they face, let 'em see what I'm sayin'
  I'm rockin' shows like I play with a band
  Free all the bros, know I would if I can
  If I don't mean it, I swear I ain't sayin' it
  'Fore I was 21, swear I was savage, smashin' [Chorus: Lil Baby]
  Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up
  Dior store can't keep up with me
  I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me
  I'm never comin' back, them people under me
  Not the fans, yeah, the haters
  Lotta bands on the table
  They say I went commercial, I ain't know it
  They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back
  Play myself and my position, who doin' that?
  [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
  We got FN with extensions, we throwin' that
  Her ass got my full attention, she throwin' that
  Niggas talkin' way too much, I ain't goin' back
  And forth with niggas 'cause these niggas be holdin' racks
  On the real, yeah, we know you don't own them racks
  Four pockets full, push 'em down, they start pokin' back
  I turned eight million right until I'm a quarterback
  Spent a million like I'm tryna bring Kobe back (24, woo)
  I'm ready, I'm ready, I use the crockpot like it's Betty
  They say the drop hot and it's ready
  Might stretch it out, but it ain't fetti (Yes)
  Say my dawg doin' time
  But I know he ain't gonna snitch 'cause it's still some shit he didn't tell me
  My dawg stabbed his celly
  He told me the whole story over the celly (Brr, hello?)
  Went up on my price, in my pocket like Kelly
  Fucked her in the telly, no I can't not say who, no telly
  My head gettin' heavy
  And you know I still got Balmains on my ass (Woo)
  No, I can't do no Amiris
  Said I'm takin' trips, long flights, they scary
  She said her birthday in March, okay, cool, so that means you an Aries
  I told her, "Gotta go," she said, "You serious?"
  Diamonds cold as December, my vibe Sagittarius [Chorus: Lil Baby]
  Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up (
  Haha, period, period, slatt, woo
  )
  Dior store can't keep up with me
  I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me
  I'm never comin' back, them people under me
  Not the fans, yeah, the haters
  Lotta bands on the table
  They say I went commercial, I ain't know it
  They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back
  Play myself and my position, who doin' that?
  [Verse 3: Lil Baby]
  I can switch up and come back another way
  If the vibe ain't right, come back another day
  Biggest dripper, I start up a tidal wave
  Remix weed, we put it in a microwave
  Batch for twenty-three like I know Michael J
  He can say what he want, but he gotta pay
  Used to hide all the guns where my mama stay
  Sell my drugs 'round the corner
  I pay all these bills, I'm a grownup
  My cars a lil' different, I own 'em
  I ain't with no leasin', my bitch tellin' me I need credit
  It's loud and clear if I said it
  I come from the gutter, I spent me a hundred on Chevys
  You can take me out the hood, but you can't take the hood out of me
  Know the hood proud of me
  I Givenchyed my tee, went and upgrade my teeth
  Yeah, I dropped out of school, but that paper on me [Chorus: Lil Baby]
  Hold up, who got Backwoods? I need roll up
  Dior store can't keep up with me
  I'm spendin' thousands like money is nothin' to me
  I'm never comin' back, them people under me
  Not the fans, yeah, the haters
  Lotta bands on the table
  They say I went commercial, I ain't know it
  They want me catch a murder, I ain't goin' back
  Play myself and my position, who doin' that?