conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Too Fake with the following description: Big Sean doesn’t care what other people think, he’s just happy to be rich
  Sampled from “Too Fake” by Hockey Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Big Sean]
  They say I’m too fake
  Fuck it, I’m paid
  I can’t even find an empty spot inside my safe
  I got Carties on my eyes, Louis on my case
  Lobster, shrimp, and calamari right here chilling on my plate
  They tell me I’m on time, even when I’m late
  Even if it’s a lie they say everything is great
  I’m grabbin’ the fattest asses, just to see ‘em shake
  I swear I’m too real to be, I’m too real to be livin’ so fake
  [Chorus]
  Look out
  'Cause I’m just too fake for the world
  I know it’s just a game to me
  I’m just too fake, you see
  I wish I didn’t have to be but watch out
  I got too much soul for the world
  It’s breaking my heart in two
  I got too much soul for you
  I don’t like it but it’s true
  [Verse 2: Big Sean]
  (Pssh) "Yeah, I know, Sean, I swear that nigga ain’t shit"
  Known him for forever and he ain’t on the same shit
  It breaks my heart when all the kids be yelling, "You the mayne, Big"
  He ain’t no hometown hero, he on that LeBron James shit"
  Man, I tell them, "Suck my dick then choke on a nut"
  'Cause when they see me it’s "Oh, it's Big, what's up?"
  Man for the team, man, fam, or regime
  Might knock down any door, open it up
  Got on and now you startin’ actin’ different, huh?
  No, really, I wasn’t fuckin’ with you from the beginnin’, bruh (Oh)
  Here we are, here we go, my circle tighter than a Cheerio (Oh)
  People want a handle like silver spoons
  People want a handout like here you go
  Man, the realest nigga I know is inside the mirror, bro
  And these fools be trippin’ like a suitcase, a shoelace
  They too fake, and I’m too real, yeah, boy [Chorus]
  Look out
  'Cause I’m just too fake for the world
  I know it’s just a game to me
  I’m just too fake, you see
  I wish I didn’t have to be but watch out
  I got too much soul for the world
  It’s breaking my heart in two
  I got too much soul for you (Uh, I got too much soul for you)
  I don’t like it but it’s true
  [Verse 3: Chiddy]
  Fake it 'til you make it; what happens when you do?
  Friends turn to strangers, so I’m a stranger, too
  They want this or that
  Boy, gotta hustle like a flip or pack
  A year ago, a nigga wasn't gettin' scratch
  When I hit the booth, I came up with a sick attack
  Oh yes, feelin’ so strong, we about to take the game like Conquest
  Wish we fail, but they check pre-sales, and a hater gets proven wrong, yes
  They just bantering, calls I’m not answering
  Married to the music so I never give a hand a ring
  But Chiddy jigga with these girls, we be on the next
  And they get mad 'cause we really don’t respond to text
  Yeah, they say I may be just on the shady side
  Maybe I grow so much and I smoke so much, got a lazy eye
  Yeah, I’m too gone, this the new shit to get loose on
  The boy Chiddy and Sean on a new song
  If you ain’t with it, tell me what the fuck you on?
  I said I in heads, made it off of Big chance
  Yeah and still the game can make you fake like implant
  But I'm real [Chorus]
  Look out
  'Cause I’m just too fake for the world
  I know it’s just a game to me
  I’m just too fake, you see
  I wish I didn’t have to be but watch out
  I got too much soul for the world
  It’s breaking my heart in two
  I got too much soul for you (Uh, I got too much soul for you)
  I don’t like it but it’s true