conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called The Heart Part 4 with the following description: On “The Heart Part 4,” Kendrick Lamar floats across four distinct beat changes, describing his industrious lifestyle while challenging his contemporaries. He finishes the song with the line “Y’all got ‘til April the 7th to get y’all shit together,” which is when TDE released the pre-order for his new album on iTunes. The song is Kendrick’s first single of 2017, which he initially teased in a now-deleted Instagram post the day before its release.
  The sounds in the background at the beginning are present on DAMN.’s seventh track, titled “PRIDE.” The first beat switch at the 1:20 minute-mark is taken from track twelve, titled “FEAR.,” while the second transition at 1:38 is from track four, titled “ELEMENT.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus]
  Don't tell a lie on me
  I won’t tell the truth 'bout you
  Don't tell a lie on me
  I won’t tell the truth 'bout you
  [Verse 1]
  Thirty millions later, my future favors
  The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
  Travel round the atlas in this spaceship
  Candy-coated, my day shift's
  Been devoted to fuckin' up bundles of paper
  Pi equals three-fourteen
  The devil's pie is big enough to justify the whole thing
  Wait up, lampin' in Jamaica
  The clouds turnin', my thoughts turnin'
  Burnin’ castor oil, yo I been determined to make an earnin’
  This seed in this soil is classified
  I'm satisfied when I strategize my kid’s future
  I ain't sanctified enough to say that I won't shoot ya
  I done vandalized the industry full circuit
  The earthiest slash thirstiest nigga you know versus this
  Scum of a land that transcend two surfaces
  The richer the poorer, the bigger the picture
  The more blood pours, but— [Chorus]
  Don't tell a lie on me
  I won’t tell the truth 'bout you
  Don't tell a lie on me
  I won't tell the truth 'bout you
  [Verse 2]
  My fans can't wait for me to son ya punk-ass
  And crush ya whole lil' shit
  I'll Big Pun ya punk-ass, you a scared lil' bitch
  Tiptoein' around my name, nigga, you lame
  And when I get at you, homie
  Don't you just tell me you was just playin'
  "Oh, I was just playin', K-Dot
  C'mon, you know a nigga rock witchu, bro
  "
  Shut the fuck up, you sound like the last nigga I know
  Might end up like the last nigga I know
  Oh, you don't wanna clash? Nigga, I know
  I put my foot on the gas, head on the floor
  Hoppin' out before the vehicle crash, I'm on a roll
  Yellin', "One, two, three, four, five
  I am the greatest rapper alive"
  So damn great, motherfucker, I've died
  What you hearin' now is a paranormal vibe
  House on the hill, house on the beach, nigga (Facts)
  A condo in Compton, I'm still in reach, nigga (Facts)
  I'm fresh out the water, I'm 'bout to breach, nigga
  The five-foot giant woke up out of his sleep, nigga
  Oh yeah, oh yeah, mo' cars, mo' lears
  Mo' bars, no peers, no scars, no fear—fuck y'all, sincere
  I heard the whispers, I curved the whispers
  You know what the risk is
  Earthed in ditches, your body revertin' to stiffness
  The whole world gone mad
  Bodies is addin' up, market's about to crash
  Niggas is fake rich, bitches is fake bad
  Blacks that act white, whites that do the dab
  Donald Trump is a chump
  Know how we feel, punk—tell him that God comin'
  And Russia need a replay button, y'all up to somethin'
  Electorial votes look like memorial votes
  But America's truth ain't ignorin' the votes
  It's blasphemy, how many gon' blast for me?
  I prophesized on my last song, you laughed at me
  But when the shit get brackin', don't you ask for me
  How many leaders gon' tell you the truth after me?
  G Malone, big bro, kudos to him
  I was two O's from a M, tryna be big as Em
  Thirty millions later, my future favors
  The legendary status of a hip-hop rhyme savior
  Salmon and capers, fame and lawsuits
  You lookin' at me in Chucks, I'm lookin' at y'all suits
  Me and Top Dawg playin' rock-paper-scissors in court
  A real hustler lose money just to go get some more
  I said it's like that, dropped one classic, came right back
  'Nother classic, right back
  My next album, the whole industry on a ice pack
  With TOC, you see the flames
  In my E-Y-E's—it's not a game
  And the whole world is goin' mad, daddy, it's sad, daddy
  My only advice? Go and get you a bag, daddy
  Lee Baca on trial tryna portray a boxer
  Beatin' up on my niggas while the CO's watch him
  Tables turned, lesson learned, my best look
  You jumped sides on me, now you 'bout to meet Westbrook
  Go celebrate witcha team and let victory vouch you
  Just know, the next game played I might slap the shit out you
  Technical foul, I'm flagrant, I'm foul
  They throwin' me out, you throw in the towel
  Look at the crowd, they— (Naw, I don't like that)
  Look at my smile, I'm smirkin'
  Calm but urgent (That ain't the style, fuck!)
  So many verses, you live in denial (Fuck!)
  So many verses, I never run out (What?)
  You makin' him nervous, the music is loud
  Ho, JAY-Z Hall of Fame, sit yo' punk-ass down!
  (Sit yo punk-ass down)
  So that means you ain't bigger than rapping (What else?)
  So that means no more playin' the back scenes (What else?)
  My spot is solidified if you ask me (What else?)
  My name is identified as "That King"
  I'll let y'all worry 'bout a list, I'm on some other shit
  A difference between accomplishments and astonishments
  You know what time it is, ante up, this is in forever
  Y'all got 'til April the 7th to get y'all shit together [Outro]
  Let's get it!
  Look, look!
  On foenem