conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Balance with the following description: Icewear Vezzo teams up with Big Sean for his debut record under Motown Records.
  On the track, Vezzo raps about his jewelry and sexual endeavors while Sean raps about being distrustful of several women in his life. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Big Sean]
  Swerve, swerve
  When you say, "I miss you"
  I don't believe that bitch 'cause I got trust issues (Drank God)
  Goddamnit, Dupri
  Goddamn
  [Chorus: Big Sean & 
  Icewear Vezzo
  ]
  Yeah, we still balanced, yeah (Whoa)
  Lot of niggas fallin' off, we still balanced
  Let it hit, yeah, I bet they feel that shit (Feel it)
  I talk my shit but bet that I back it (Back, back)
  And I can't trust a fuckin' thing you tellin' me (No way)
  I done been through everything except a wedding ring (Yeah yeah)
  Had to block my old bitch, yeah, she dead to me (Dead to me)
  Bein' on is my motherfuckin' destiny (Yeah, 
  Drank God
  )
  [Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
  Burner on my waist
  , yeah, this bitch oven, yeah
  Shawty seen my wrist, bet this bitch fuckin' (Yeah)
  I been turnin' up for like six summers (What?)
  Type of nigga shoot the club up 'it I hit somethin', uh
  These niggas virgins, they ain't hittin' nothin' (They ain't hittin' nothin')
  I just got a squirter with a big onion (Big onion)
  Spend another birdie, now my wrist flooded (Dancer)
  RIP my nigga Loki, that's my big cousin, uh
  Should've put your jeweler in a casket (In a casket)
  I just bought another Cuban, I'm a savage, uh (I'm a savage)
  Bitch, I'm a boss, I ain't average (Nah)
  A lot of niggas fallin' off, we still balanced, nigga [Chorus: Big Sean]
  Yeah, we still balanced, yeah (Whoa)
  Lot of niggas fallin' off, we still balanced
  Let it hit, yeah, I bet they feel that shit (Feel it)
  I talk my shit but bet that I back it (Back, back)
  And I can't trust a fuckin' thing you tellin' me (No way)
  I done been through everything except a wedding ring (Yeah yeah)
  Had to block my old bitch, yeah, she dead to me (Dead to me)
  Bein' on is my motherfuckin' destiny (Yeah)
  [Verse 2: Big Sean]
  I can't trust a fuckin' thing you tellin' me (No way)
  I done been through everything except a wedding ring (Yeah yeah)
  Almost everybody in this bitch got felonies (Goddamn)
  I just thank my God that all these blessings fell on me (Right on me)
  Man, fuck a father figure, I want eight figures (Eight)
  Why you hatin', bitter? (Hatin')
  I'm the type to lay the plate down and be great with you (Great)
  I ain't stingy for real
  I split up the mils like they all done said the grace with us, look (Thank you Dear Heavenly Father, let's all eat)
  It feel good to be home, it feel good to be back on
  All my business is black-owned, Sean Don Carti Corleone
  I done been through all that drama that you put inside your songs
  Look, I took the setback, step back, then step back up, now we on, whoa
  [Chorus: Big Sean]
  We still balanced, yeah (Whoa)
  Lot of niggas fallin' off, we still balanced
  Let it hit, yeah, I bet they feel that shit (Feel it)
  I talk my shit but bet that I back it (Back, back)
  And I can't trust a fuckin' thing you tellin' me (No way)
  I done been through everything except a wedding ring (Yeah yeah)
  Had to block my old bitch, yeah, she dead to me (Dead to me)
  Bein' on is my motherfuckin' destiny (Yeah) [Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo]
  If he ain't with the team, he get picked off
  Drank God, finna change my name to Big Sauce, ayy
  Niggas lookin' sick that I'm gettin' off
  Got the brain just to see what the bitch thought
  [Verse 4: Big Sean]
  Made it off the 6 and I did this shit historically (Yeah)
  The OG's passed the torch to me
  Yeah, alley-oop off the board to me (Whoa)
  And I still support the crib
  Even the ones that's not supporting me (Still)
  Turned up, no distorting me
  Ain't wanna go off but they forcing me, Drank God
  [Verse 5: Icewear Vezzo]
  Ayy, right on, I got that pipe on
  I put that ice on, so bright, holmes, look like the lights on
  I took your wife home, she bite down, just like she Tyson
  Them icy whites on, them white horns lookin' like white foams, nigga
  [Outro: Icewear Vezzo]
  Drank God
  Uh
  Yeah
  What?