conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Like A Star with the following description: This song is on the Star Power mixtape and samples the song “What’s the Use in the Truth” – Major HarrisExpand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Just like one
  Yep
  [Verse 1]
  Ridin' somethin' butter soft, interior smoked out
  See, you try to budget yours, me? I don't care what it costs
  Blowing hella cake, I'm switchin' states to get my numbers off
  Spin the parking lot and fuck the finest thing I come across
  Phone full of missed calls, keep some bitches on my line
  Conscious with my conversation, cakin' is my occupation
  Keep them 'rillos rolling up, filled to the tipple
  Good weed and I blow it by the zip, I'm in my whip
  Riding weed and switching lanes, cruisin' to my newest shit
  Hoes been actin' funny, so I'm fuckin' with my newest bitch
  Everything designer on, diamonds look like Lemonheads
  On the beach with foreign freaks, you tricking with them chickenheads?
  Gotta get my bread (Bread) so I hardly sleep at night
  I do a show to studio, I'm just in time to catch a flight
  Young but I'm paid, it come from grinding everyday
  And having patience, blowing Master Kush in my spaceship
  [Interlude]
  And that's me
  Stars everywhere
  Yep
  Don't try too hard
  You might hurt yourself
  Slip and fall or somethin'
  And die
  Yeah [Verse 2]
  Cruising with my hat back, tat-tat-tatted up
  Gucci on my loafers, getting chauffeured, now my status up
  Paid the cost, I'm the thinnest boss, fuck them other guys
  Blowing weed, I'm never sober, you can't tell me otherwise
  Name well known, ranked at the top
  Bad bitch in every city, big face on the watch
  Kush on my clothes, big bank in my knot
  Smoke a hundred cigarillos, pullin' straight up out a pillow
  Now I'm eatin' steak with linen cases for my pillows
  To my city, I'm a prince, so I sit behind tints
  Mad I found an avenue to get my revenue
  I'm with a model bitch, cheifin' in a tailor made suit
  Taylor Gang president, Heavy Hustle under boss
  In my car, blowin' smoke signals out the roof
  Money conversation, talkin' paper, then come fuck with me
  I'm in the air, that's why you look up to me, you know?
  [Outro]
  When you see me, man
  I either got the top back or the motherfuckin' windows down
  Shit, you might catch me ridin' with the doors open
  Just like a star
  You see me?
  Don't get it tangled or twisted, man
  It's Taylor Gang or die