conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Destroyed with the following description: Wayne & Euro Collab once again to create a great ass song off of No Ceilings 2
  They previously collaborated on “Pull Up” From FWA, and Euro made his debut on https://genius.com/Lil-wayne-live-life-lyrics From Dedication 5
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PtdNtUq8O5o Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [
  Verse: Euro
   & Lil Wayne]
  I think I’m seeing things
  When I don’t see a thing
  I woke up and realized
  All the nightmares that dreaming brings
  Let my people go
  I know y’all hear 'em screaming things
  Now load up choppers
  Point it at the coppers
  Let-let freedom ring
  I like the sweeter things
  So what bitch, no needle strings
  I wake up, stretch my feet and wings
  My life has no deleted scenes
  I pop-pop-pop and leave the scene
  Leave the scene Noxzema clean
  Sippin on that lean cuisine
  Incredible Hulk on creatine
  My nigga
  Fuck the world
  And may I mention, fuck the world again
  But I wanna go around the world
  Tune, you down to go around the world again?
  I am
  And you can trust in a nigga like fam
  I’m hitting these licks with my niggas like stamps
  Giving these hoes headaches like rams
  Yes ma’am
  And I
  I just might call your girl a friend
  But fuck her like she my girlfriend
  Talk to her like she my girl
  Like, oops you look like my girl’s twin
  I sin, I'm bad, I meant "My bad"
  I’m lost in future, present, past
  All those drinks I had
  I speed, I'm fast, I blink, I crash
  They say it’s my time
  I’m racing time, I think I’m last
  And if Tune mentions lean again
  Then I might drink his stash
  The underdogs understand what I lay over tracks
  New school, but all I listen to is older raps
  Bitch I still
  I still been drinking on the low
  I never think because I know
  And pimpin haven't died and money getting old
  And now the wrinkles starting to show
  My rims twinkle like a toe
  I’m tippy toeing wit' your ho
  One thing led to another, and then the pencil broke
  I got that; handgun on the table, shotgun in the closet
  Police in disguises, I don’t like surprises
  I don’t like tomatoes, I don’t like tamales
  Shoutout to my plugs, I pray the rats don’t chew the wires
  Straight ballin, you niggas just bald spots
  When they tried to read my palms the pages were torn out
  And you pussy niggas get hauled off
  No cough drops
  I’m tryna make the same cash off rap they made off pop
  I’m off topic
  I killed more than I did with a gun with a skill
  I’m no role model
  I’m rollin' with models, rollin' off pills
  I’m rollin' over
  Whoever's not rollin' with us, then road kill
  Tryna get Uncle Phil cake
  In case I die tryin' I wrote Wills
  I’m chillin', for the moment
  'Til I can’t figure out the code
  To get the motherfucking safe open
  Who the fuck left the cage open
  Stage of rage
  I’m liable to blow your fucking face open
  Every bone you could break, broken
  If I go broke, every home I could break in, broke in
  Pussy look like a steak smokin'
  Niggas slippin' like the lake frozen
  And I hate rodents
  And I stay chokin'
  Off the straight potent
  'Til it make no sense
  Niggas talking shit
  Nigga I can get you wacked
  Nigga you can picture that
  'Til you break your lens
  Nigga take your ends
  Nigga fuck your ho
  While you cutting your grass
  Nigga cut your throat
  Taking out your trash
  Pull up on you slow
  Going nowhere fast
  When you got nowhere to go
  Nigga hung 'em by a rope
  Dump 'em by the boats
  Fuck 'em, adios
  Fuck 'em, I don't care
  Got a bad bitch naked
  And she just asked
  “What you gonna do to me that I ain't done to myself?”
  I say “Ooh talk dirty, but don’t talk long"
  You leave Wayne’s world it’s a long walk home
  My pockets on that growth hormone
  I call them shots, can I get a dialtone
  Yeah
  Mula, can I get a million
  'Til the heads or tails
  'Til I get a full coin
  Full fledge, full house
  When your friend gon' join?
  Got a friend in the cut with a gun by the groin
  And what are friends for
  I’m still the boss, don’t get sent for
  Roger that, 10-4
  Nigga send me, point 'em out
  Where he at, I got 'em
  We don't wanna see you back in court
  The weed so loud bitches get ignored
  Cause I ain't got time to go back and forth
  I told that bitch don't question me
  Bitch, if you do you asking for it
  I’m spaced out like asteroids
  Feeling like A-rod after ‘roids
  I'm from Prov city
  And I’m from New Orleans
  The part that’s destroyed