conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Numbers on the Board (Freestyle) with the following description: Jay Rock freestyles over the beat from Pusha T’s “Numbers On The Boards”, off Pusha’s  debut solo album My Name Is My Name.
  The beat was originally produced by DJ Don Cannon and Kanye West. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by DJ Don Cannon and Kanye West]
  [Verse: Jay Rock, 
  Kendrick Lamar
  , & 
  Jay-Z sample
  ]
  Not wearing two chains, but I keep it TRU
  Real niggas with me; my real bitches, too
  Out for Trump change, yeah, I gotta eat
  Patience is a virtue, something flawless gonna come to me
  I'm rollin OG, blow it out the roof
  She eyeballing me, macking hoes like CPUs
  She know me, might've saw me on TV too
  Thugging with the homies, tryna make it, kicking ghetto tunes
  Out the gutter, bitch, what your focus is?
  Small-time hustling, now it's time to do it big
  I want it all, fancy cars, yeah the newest shit
  Came a long way, riding round on my Buick shit
  Win by any means—who said it best?
  Kobe Bryant mind-state, I'm shooting 'til I'm accurate
  Can't stop it 'til I'm a couple million strong
  Grinding to put my loved ones on, in my zone
  Not your average rapper, step inside my universe
  Far from you average rappers, nothing is by the book
  Welcome to Hell's Kitchen, show you just how to cook
  The city is full of bishops, putting pressure on rooks
  My vision so panoramic, my brain on another planet
  To reach it, you gon' need more than a neuro-ologist, honestly
  To be honest, far from lyrical
  Gifted with miracles; when I rhyme, it's a ritual
  Spit it, it hit your spiritual, nigga
  I'm planning my day of triumph
  All I got is my word and my sword, choppers and bibles
  I pray—pray a nigga never get in my way
  'Cause that'll be the moment he make his bed and just lay
  And now, you see me shining, perfect timing, I'm a Top Dawg
  I love this feeling, make a killing when I'm on tour
  All my life surrounded by negativity, jealousy
  Through the midst of it all, this what they telling me
  Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more
   (
  Uh-huh
  )
  When I was in the streets, I put them numbers on the board (
  What happened?
  )
  I robbed two niggas, put they chains in the pawn shop (
  What else?
  )
  Got five hundred, spun't it all on a quarter piece (
  Uh-huh
  )
  Made about fifteen hundred (
  Uh-huh
  )
  Them new J's was about two hundred (
  Uh-huh
  )
  The word got back, they know I done it (
  Tch...
  )
  Spent a thou' on a few new drummers
  Took it to them, 'cause I knew they was coming
  Three yards left (
  Ahahahaha
  )
  Ran through those like first-and-goal
  Naw I'm back, burnt pistol close, like, "Who got the dough?"
  Yea, DMX of the projects (
  Uh-huh
  )
  Skinny Black nigga with a complex, fuck your Pyrex (
  Fuck your Pyrex, haha
  )
  Robbing everything, no patience for the nonsense
  Professor X with a Tec, get your mind hit
  They say I rap with a chip on my shoulder
  Naw, nigga, this the wits of a soldier, motherfucker
  It's Jay Rock! [Outro: Kendrick Lamar]
  Oohoohoo, ahahahaha, ahh!
  You got it, big bro!