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conversations.value: Write me a song called Top This with the following description: Bump, Kanye, and Sly Polaroid spit over the beat from Game’s “Put You on the Game”.
  Track 15 on Bump’s 2006 mixtape Chicagorilla Gangsta Grillz.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: "Electro-convulsive therapy part one."
  [Verse 1: Kanye West]
  I can't stop till we all ball
  And walk around with gold in our mouth like Paul Wall
  Nigga fuck all y'all
  I'll just stay on the grind and sell out beats
  Til I'm all over the hood like LRG
  Matter fact all over Chicago
  And I'm about to be on Oprah tomorrow
  There's nothin' nobody can ever say to top that line
  I'm in housewives' livin' rooms, stop that shine
  Y'all already know Kan is a legend like John is
  Rockin' that Louis Vuitton that only a don get
  Got beef, bitches gettin' they Boost on
  They bring me that Gucci I give 'em a Boost phone
  Fel feel the new song so he give it airplay
  Got calls 'bout Diamond from Nas and Jay on the same day
  Fan's askin', "Where yo ass been?"
  Weak niggas been eatin' while you been fastin'
  But you can ask Kaz 1
  When my shit drop, y'all has-beens
  Been gainin' popularity now I'm bout to cash in
  [Verse 1: Bump J]
  I used to sell coke before I got in this rap shit
  I wrap bricks now my [?] is a mattress
  You runnin' from the cops, tryin' to get that lil' pack flipped
  I'm runnin' round tryin' to stick my dick in an actress
  The mac spit, it can make that ass do back flips
  Smoke a nigga, I'd rather just poke a nigga like cactus
  Come up off that fetty
  Take a nigga's jewels then walk right past him with them on the next day
  Goons
  Mob get in, get in tune
  It's plenty room
  The back seats feel like a living room
  He's a great
  These left rights will beat your face
  Poppin' bottles, my brother just beat his case
  I up the iron, every one of you will bail
  I got fully semi hand guns and none of them for sale
  Yeah, homie peep my steez
  My ice game sick, I got a lot of stones like Chief Malik [Verse 3: Sly Polaroid]
  You know what I'm about
  Money and gun play
  The right stain will make a nigga rich in one day
  Rappers
  Stop askin' about Boogz and Kanye
  You know I can't let your stupid ass get Bump J
  I'm ten with a gun when I fired it work
  Around the same time I got tired of church
  Yeah, as a shorty I ain't play with the fireworks
  I ran up on niggas and show them how the fire work
  I remember when we was just kids with no names
  Then we start robbin' dealerships, usin' cocaine
  The money was best, the power was next
  For that paper
  I shoot slugs out of the tec
  I mean Sly jumped out of the rest
  And have a nigga butt naked, puttin' cigarettes out on his chest
  I'm a Goon Squad gangster you can't make a nigga say we cowards
  Niggas already know what it is when they play the album
  I hustle the streets with the shit that look like baby powder
  You was at home with a bitch, tryin' to suck a baby bottle
  They took me out the streets now I'm back on 'em
  Fuck a credit card, know Sly got the stacks on 'em
  Know that
  And know Sly got the straps on 'em
  My white Air Force 1's don't got a scratch on 'em
  If I ain't a gangsta nigga what do you call that?
  I fresh out on bond with a pistol and all black
  If you was gettin' money I was comin' for all that
  Cheif gave me a hundred thou
  Told me to fall back
  You heard about the shit we carry around
  I kidnap, rob 'em, starve niggas
  Last victim lost thirty pounds
  This is a dirty town
  I wouldn't of never took 'em but he called for the cheese and
  His bitch didn't hurry down