conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Too Young with the following description: Too Young is the 15th track off No Ceilings 2, where wayne spits over Post Malone’s White Iverson. You can even check out the original version here!
  Wayne probably got the song’s name confused with Post’s other song, “Too Young,” which is why the song is incorrectly titled. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  No Ceilings
  [Chorus 1]
  I walk in, I walk in, I walk in with goons
  I'm parkin' Ferrari, I started like "vroom"
  I'm staggerin', I'm flaggin', I'm actin' a fool
  Pour up, yeah
  I'm sipped out, I'm knocked out in my house all day
  I pull up, I pull up, I pull up, like "ayy"
  I pull up, I pull up and I fade away
  That's NBA, yeah
  [Verse]
  Uh, I used to have braids but I still got the hoes, yeah
  I loosen my brakes and I still got control, 
  err
  I remember the day that I got the Azure, mm
  Back when them hoes was wearing Juicy Couture, yeah
  Back when niggas was still wearing Velour, eh
  When shit got out of hand, my hands was full, I'm
  Going through some shit, yeah, but you know I ain't broke up
  Just talked to Ms. Cita, she told me, "Stay focused"
  I said, "Alrighty then," gotta make up my mind again
  Fuck the bullshit, the fake and the counterfeit
  Gotta shake it like Iverson,
   
  gotta take out my pocket lint
  And make something out of it, like a scientist
  Be creative and confident;
   
  no vacation, just power trips
  Limo tint, limo tint 5 percent, Louie V moccasins
  Treat her cat like a lioness, I’m on my Mufasa shit
  Yeah, I'm saucy like pasta, bitch, I'm talking all kinda shit
  Yeah, and I got that Flakka dick, them bitches be out of it
  And I be OT with my bro T and Lil Hoody and Skateboard E
  And that's my niggas, we fly niggas
  With shotguns under both wings
  We going up, pouring up
  These niggas be ho-ing up
  Ain't no peace, we chop off both fingers
  I got that dope dick, your bitch is a dope fiend
  I got the tattoos, all I need is the nose ring
  Pour party at my place, more codeine than chlorine
  Spraying at your head like some fucking Afro Sheen [Chorus 2]
  And I'm a Martian, I'm marching on the stars and moon
  I come through in something without a roof
  Staggerin', I'm flaggin', I'm reppin' Suwu
  Yeah, Blood Gang
  Look, I hop out, they watch how I hop out the Wraith
  I spend it, I spend it, make it back next day
  I pull up, I pull up, and I fade away
  That's NBA, yeah
  [Post-Chorus]
  I’m my mama’s son
  And when I started thuggin', I was young
  When I started cussin', I was one
  Mama put that soap on my tongue
  [Outro]
  And when I started hustlin', I was twelve
  And then I started pumpin' like the Shell
  And when I started fuckin', I was young
  And when I started cuppin', I was sprung
  And then I started druggin', it was fun
  Fuckin' with that honey, I got stung
  And when I go out clubbin', I be numb
  Started out from nothin', just some crumbs
  Started up from nothin', just some crumbs
  And now I got a bakery, yum, yum
  And now I see the fakery, now I see the snakery
  All I got is two words: blum, blum
  No Ceilings