conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Pound Cake (Freestyle) with the following description: Freestyle over Drake and Jay Z’s Pound Cake, off of Drake’s third studio album – Nothing Was the Same from 2013.
  Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  [Hook]
  They thought I wouldn’t make it
  Thought I wouldn’t make it
  They thought I wouldn’t make it
  Thought I wouldn’t make it
  They thought I wouldn’t make it
  Thought I wouldn’t make it
  They thought I wouldn’t make it
  Thought I wouldn’t make it
  Pussy nigga, we made it
  Pussy nigga, we made it
  They thought I wouldn’t make it
  Thought I wouldn’t make it
  They thought I wouldn’t make it
  Thought I wouldn’t make it
  They thought I wouldn’t make it
  Thought I wouldn’t make it
  Pussy nigga, we made it
  Pussy nigga, we made it
  [Verse 1: Takeoff]
  The Audi, Bugatti, Ferrari, the Masi
  The Bentley, the Fisker, the Jag, the Rover
  With a bad bitch like Hova
  My wrist it be spinning and spinning like it got a motor
  Fifty bricks in the Toyota, trapping off the motorola!
  Through this same time, it was last year
  Migo gang still with the top,  Migo gang
  Niggas wasn't fucking with me
  Now they wanna fuck with me
  Cause they see on tv in that Versace
  I know that they hate it, I know that they hate it
  I know that they praying we won't make it
  Momma told me, "Son, you gon be the greatest
  And you know that you gon always have haters."
  16 stuffing zips in my windbreaker
  Hanging with the OGs and the killers
  Then that windbreaker turned to a chinchilla
  No limit money nigga like I signed with Percy Miller
  Whipping it, whipping that Hitler then hop in that Fisker [Hook]
  [Verse 2: Offset]
  It was all a dream like Biggy
  Grind hard, committed, Migo gang lieutenant
  Lost a lot, now we winning
  From the Hondas to Bentleys
  First of all I wanna say ... fuck the feds
  Wanna see a nigga locked up or dead
  Straight up out the county, straight to the fortune
  Remember back in the day broke on the porches
  Smokin gas, 
  sipping mud,
   driving in them Porsches
  Now we traveling the world like a fucking orbit
  Thousand dollars pair Giuseppes, no more rocking Jordans
  Fully loaded Rolex for my son, Jordan
  Now he looking up to daddy like my daddy important
  Rolls Royce or the Maybach, that’s boss choices
  Kick this shit like I'm Chuck "Offset" Norris
  Rasputia my pockets they fat, don't mistake me for Norbit
  WHOA!
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3: Quavo]
  Ever since day 1, had to juug some
  Momma told me, 'better not run into these houses son"
  What you mean ma? We gotta keep the lights on
  She said, "Quavo you might run into the wrong one"
  It was 2 years ago, it feel like it was yesterday
  Task force around my house looking for a case
  Turning on the channel news then I see my face
  Turn myself in cause I know my lawyer beat the case
  Then we dropped Bando, hoes go loco
  How dare a nigga ever disrespect the Migos
  Could see that hater look in the eyes, the way we hit em by surprise
  Cause we blowing up like inner tube tires
  Now look at my life rocking the ice, rocking the mic
  Now my hoes a different color, looking like Mike & Ikes
  (Versace!) Damn right I changed my life
  I hope I motivated young niggas to get their money right
  Now this is for the people let em know that we some young rich niggas
  Now this is for the people let em know that we got way more than one hit single
  GONE!
  Young Rich Niggas 2 ...
  It's a blessing ...
  From us to you ...