conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Free Cool with the following description: Kodak Black pays homage to his homie whose currently locked up and goes by the name “Cool”.
  
  FREE COOL
  1800
  Ugly Corner Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Aye I was just hollerin' at my nigga Cool and shit
  Y'know he locked up, I guess he be listening to the radio and shit
  He say he be listening to that shit
  He say "Bruh I think you'll kill the beat"
  So I got the beat, I had to
  Look
  [Verse]
  Stay on my P's and Q's
  Breaking hearts, breaking rules
  Young nigga stick and move, that's all I wanna do
  Ever since middle school, I've been finessing fools
  Young nigga keep the tool, toolie ain't keep it cool
  They need to free my dawg, I miss my nigga cool
  I do this shit for me, I do this shit for you
  Only the real relate, I'm hungry I grabbed a plate
  Now a young nigga straight, spreadin' racks in yo face
  Lil Kodak that brutal youngin', postin' right on the ugly
  So if you lookin' for me, catch me on 1800
  All I know "Get that bread", don't ever hold yo head
  I fell in love with skrilla, I'm still finessing niggas
  One foot out, One foot in
  Still tryna dodge the pen
  Young nigga poppin' checks, wrist full of VVS's
  Slugs all up in my mouth, VVS on my necklace
  Out here since an adolescent, I neva learned my lesson
  I'm cool but the block is hot
  Two door coupe, drop the top
  I got yo boo here with me, I made her drop the top
  You sweeter than some candy, no baby bottle pop
  Pour me up on the rocks, pour me another shot
  Gave me another chance, I got another shot
  It's time to hit the top, the crackas let me out
  Momma said wait your turn, baby don't rush success
  Up all night tryna get it, you need some fucking rest
  I smash her then I pass her, just like a fucking test
  I pull up where you stay don't need no GPS
  Zoe boy from Broward County, I'm the heart of the projects
  She give me sloppy toppy, got her turnt up on molly
  I need it, I'm staying patient
  Stay humble, you gon' make it
  I'm out here paper chasin', that money drive me crazy
  Flexin' these niggas hate it, cause I just emancipated
  Look what the streets done made me, life of a project baby