conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called UKNOWBIGSEAN with the following description: “UKNOWBIGSEAN” is the title track for Detroit rapper Big Sean’s second official project Finally Famous Vol. 2: UKNOWBIGSEAN. On the track, Sean describes his newfound fame and boasts about the perks of finally making it in the rap game. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  (G.O.O.D.)
   (Press play, press play, press play)
  Yeah
  Ay
  [Verse 1]
  I bounce back in this bitch like a reflex
  It’s obvious they trying to stop Sean like an eclipse
  I’m laughing out loud to the point I might cry
  Cuz nobody blocking mine like a nigga 9-9
  See I am a phenom, you are a feline
  You are a bitch, boi! Sweeter than key lime
  D-Town
  The bullets and the people seem to ménage
  Hit you in your shirt, now your chest look like a collage
  This is not a fairy tale or facade
  Niggas tripping to the point, nowadays I’m yelling “Bon Voyage”
  So in and so forth, I go in and go hard
  And when it’s time to go on, bet everybody go off
  Yeah, I know you niggas can’t stand my city
  How they feel to hear a “Big” this good still living?
  I came from the bottom
  Remain at the bottom
  So long, I probably made a stain at the bottom (at the bottom)
  Yeah it floods when it rains at the bottom
  But my dynasty reign bitch, rain till we drowning
  And you’re broke until you realize something
  That money’s like fucking, yup, money’s like fucking (ok)
  You grind hard enough then bitch’ll keep cumming (yeah)
  I’d rather keep coming in the set and see nothing
  They like how he make something, when they ain’t give him nothing
  How he stay proactive and kept the shit bumping (yeah) [Verse 2]
  I hop on top of tracks and just start Forrest Gumping (Gumping)
  Label full of stars like the fucking flag or something
  Everytime we do a show it’s like a hip. hop. summit
  A beast ontop of beats, bitch my studio is haunted (is haunted?)
  Please believe me boy, cuz I will ghostwrite your shit like a Ouija Board (yeah)
  You hang with niggas draped in Louis Vuitton
  I hang with the niggas who make Louis Vuitton
  We running this shit with a baton, I promise (what)
  Ima bring it home, designated driver
  And all we want was money and power
  Some niggas moved powder, baked, without flour (without flour)
  Till they see our money rose like flour
  Resort to violence cuz we can’t afford Islands (Amen)
  Damn reverend we need money and a blessing (a blessing)
  Just call it Creflo Dollars
  Missed church service (uh huh)
  My grandma say I’m reckless
  She mad that I’d rather rock Jesus on my necklace (Amen)
  Big cars, big cribs, big bills
  Always was a big deal way before the big deal
  And that’s real