conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called The Heart Pt. 3 (Will You Let It Die?) with the following description: Recorded in Las Vegas three days before the release of his second album and major label debut, good kid, m.A.A.d city, Kendrick unleashes the third edition of his “The Heart” series, following Pt. 1 and Pt. 2.
  ScHoolboy Q’s missing because:
  
  There’s mention of great pressure, struggles, ambition, Sherane’s fate, good kid, m.A.A.d city leaking and much more.
  Will you let Hip-Hop die on October 22nd? Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Kendrick Lamar]
  One, two, one, two, one two, ch-ch-ch-ch
  Mm
  Nah, one, two, one, two, one two
  One, two
  Turn the headphones up, Ali
  One, two
  You mix with Dre, right?
  Hehehehehe
  Turn the headphones up
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  When the whole world see you as 'Pac reincarnated
  That's enough pressure to live your whole life sedated
  Find the tallest building in Vegas and jump off it
  But I could never rewrite history in a coffin
  So I'm talking to God: "Can you wash all these demons off me?"
  This last year been quite similar to Aaliyah
  Controlled my own destiny—
   
  only rapper that steered a G5
  G's give high-fives to me and say, "Kendrick, just persevere
  The presence of being real"
  As I lay in this four-corner room, staring at candles
  Thinking, "How can I make an example for this generation of Compton?"
  My biggest fear is not feeling accomplished
  Or turning back to that same accomplice
  My past life was a child with no act-right
  Tryna smile in a room of killers, turn into a crash site
  Influenced by niggas that spoke the gang culture fluent
  Assuring that some blossom early and some truant
  Thank God for the album I idolized
  "It's Dark and Plus Hell is Hot"—that's the start of this crazy ride
  Two young niggas, me and Dave inside the garage
  That thought we was Jay and Dame
  That's the lane that we tried to drive
  Truthfully, I just started rappin' to get away
  I never thought that your favorite rapper would want a verse
  My nigga got hit 25 times with a K
  Make the decision: Ride the beat or ride in a hearse
  Now Punch is my mentor, Top Dawg is the coach
  Jay Rock is my older brother, I was there when he wrote
  His name on his record deal;
   
  we had figured the coast
  Would live on a pedestal once the shit hit the store
  Found ourselves scrambling, tryna figure it out
  Soul told me that the record shop 'bout to go in a drought
  Q ain't got a place to stay and 'bout to sleep on the couch
  We eating off each other tray, the dollar-menu amount
  Meanwhile, the coast going hard at each other
  The younger rappers had wanted some of the OGs' comfort
  But I ain't need it
  I never screamed out "The New West"—I didn't believe it
  They brung each other down; I was planning out my achievements, huh
  I need to separate myself to stand out, huh
  I need a better way to take your fans now, huh
  I need to kill you motherfuckers dead (Doot doot doot)
  Three hollow-tips aimed at your head (Doot doot doot doot)
  I'll be damned if the chopper jam now (Doot doot doot doot)
  And we never asked for no handout
  In the midst of it all, I recall a call when you said how
  We could never resolve in the Hall of Fame, and I went to trial
  With a Bible and rifle: I play the game as I "blam-blaow!"
  Holler back at me, nigga
  And if they said that I'm the one, why you asking me, nigga?
  'Cause when the whole world see you as 'Pac reincarnated
  Enough pressure to make you just open the Book of David
  And pray to God that you make it or live your life in The Matrix
  'Cause falling off is a sickness—I heard that it's quite contagious
  I need to separate myself to stand out, huh
  I need a better way to take your fans now, huh
  I need to kill you motherfuckers dead
  Three hollow-tips aimed at your head [Verse 2: Ab-Soul & 
  Kendrick Lamar
  ]
  I'll be damned if the chopper jam now
  And we never ask for no handouts
  I'll take you back to that pack of Black & Milds in my hand now (Soul!)
  In the midst of it all, was cooking—them pots and pans out
  Looking forward as four was forced to form a new clan now
  Fast-forward as I wait in line for this passport
  The homies was still poor, with work in a Jansport (
  Ugh
  )
  [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  Whoever thought that Rosenberg would mention me to Dre?
  Even Vanessa from XXL had told him press play
  And there goes my fate; now, I'm on stage with Snoop
  Gave me the torch and I ran with it in hot pursuit
  Rapped with my forefathers—even wreck it with Gaga, too
  Lyricist of the year—fuck am I 'posed to do?
   
  Rock!
  [Verse 4: Jay Rock]
  Laughing at you niggas out there who thought we was flukes
  Exaggerated shit that we rapped had came true
  Thought I was aggravated when Warner had let me loose
  I was honored—see, they was haunted when Mike Jones didn't recoup
  [Verse 5: Kendrick Lamar]
  Cool, 'cause niggas won't outdo us in the booth
  Even when my album leak, fans still buy it for proof
  I came, I saw, I conquered
  No shame, I blame all of this on Compton
  Thinking 'bout when Sherane tried to set me up
  Cold game, full circle—they set up her
  I put my life in these twelve songs, my fight in these twelve songs
  The fight to ignite any wrong and right that I prolong
  The story, the short film;
   the glory of Him and them
  The worry of mothers that don't recover when babies killed
  The trial and the tribulations,
   
  the newer 
  Miseducation
  The view of a body wasted, you knew somebody ain't make it
  The angry, the adolescent; the reason I ask this question:
  Will you let hip-hop die on October 22nd?
  Will you let hip-hop die on October 22nd?