conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Only You Freestyle with the following description: “Only You Freestyle” is another one of Drake’s ventures into the UK Drill genre, this time teaming up with UK star, Headie One for a hard-hitting track filled with UK slang.
  The song comes after Drake’s December 2019 track, “War,” a more UK-inspired drill track, and his May 2020 track “Demons,” which takes on a Brooklyn Drill sound, in Drake’s drill music ventures. More similar to the former, “Only You Freestyle” features a simplistic beat reminiscent of the UK version of the genre featuring a sporadic and jumpy bass line centered around a quartet of notes from a female vocal choir. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Drake]
  (
  M1OnTheBeat)
  Woi
  Yes
  (
  M1OnTheBeat)
  Yes
  Woi
  Again and again, again and again
  Yeah
  Yo
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  Chubbs might jam this yute for a chain
  And give it to a sweet one, called that Maya Jama
  Givin' out gifts like Santa, sippin' on Sanna
  Used to do lean and Wock'
  Closet filled up with designer, comin' like Panda, Panda
  Yeah, gyal just came to the booth and asked for a wheel
  She never heard drill in Atlanta
  Arabic ting told me that I look like Youssef, look like Hamza
  Habibti please, ana akeed, inti wa ana ahla
  With Pop Skull in Gaza, but not that Gaza, but still it's a mazza
  Niggas want peace like Cassava
  But we let bridge dem burn like grabba
  Woi
  Four in the cliz and one in the headie
  Hand no shake, man, hold that steady
  You man love pose with the ting for the picture
  You man shoulda buss that ting already
  You man love hezi', hezi'
  Yeah, can't backchat to the Prezi'
  Know when the beef just taste like veggie?
  Gyal go Ritz for the mani-pedi
  CC bag look nice, but the Birkin bag look way more heavy
  That's just a big gyal ting, man, you get me?
  Raemi just turned mommy, and that's my sis, so I just turned abti
  Fan mail came to the crib from a yute that loves me, I swear that touched me
  I never even drive no whips I own, so they all look way too dusty
  If me and Gallest go St. Michael, the gyal come way too fussy, crushy
  Man said they would do this and that, but the man wasn't really that wassi, was he?
  Nah, nah, nah, the man wasn't really that what?
  One-nine-four-two hits my system, man get way too frosty, buzzy
  Girls from the past that lost me love me
  Same ones there that crossed me, cuss me
  Everything come full circle, word to the boss above me
  Slow stroking 'cause the bamski way too big, my gyal don't rush me
  Woi
  Don't make me have to rise my rifle
  Man try send some young boys for me, don't make me have to ride by high school
  Shit you man been droppin' lately, don't make me have to fly my iTunes
  So much people buy into my hype, don't make me have to buy my hype too
  Dealt with the big homie already, don't make me have to side-by-side you
  Nuff times he tried to hide behind you
  Amnesia but when I remind you
  I'm touchin' road and I can't find you
  Word to the M-O-B I'm tied to
  I'm givin' up when I decide to, jheeze [Interlude: Headie One]
  One
  Suh-suh-suh (OFB, OFB)
  Suh-suh
  Suh-suh, suh-suh-suh-suh (One)
  [Verse 2: Headie One]
  Oh, how we hate leggies (Suh-suh)
  How much points have the gang got? Many (One)
  Didn't ever have to rise that dots
  It was just under my bed and ready (Turn)
  Bro-bro chinged up an opp
  Boy, I swear he got chinged already (They told me turn, uh)
  That next one thought he was boss
  Then he got shot, Nathan Tettey (They told me turn)
  Got this bad B, Ohene (Turn, turn)
  My next one from yard love reggae (Shawty)
  We dishin' out store and telly
  Then we in France balling out, Trezeguet (One)
  She look sexy sippin' on Henny
  My prawns grilled and my pasta penne (Suh, suh, suh, suh, suh, suh, suh-suh-suh-suh)
  She give headie, headie
  My tracksuit Louis, now covered in Fenty
  Used to put the light in the cling
  And it still didn't stop it smellin' like petty (Turn)
  Put a dark in the blue, then we put it in the red, Balotelli
  Them times it was M way (What?)
  I mean M way, T house, M way (Huh?)
  Now it's penty, uptown penty (Huh?)
  Bentley, Range, then Bentley (One)
  Have you ever had your pockets empty? (Turn)
  But still found the bread to afford a trenton? (Turn, turn, turn)
  Six litres flying through Epsom (Turn, turn, turn)
  I swear I've seen life from both perspectives (They told me turn, uh)
  That spot so far upsuh, en-route, got no connection (Told me turn)
  I done run through so much Scottish notes
  Couldn't care 'bout no recession (One)
  I still get one jail call from Boogie
  Judge gave him twenty years straight, it moved me
  CPS murder in the dock like Rupert (Suh, suh, suh, suh)
  Cah lil' bro went and dun him so ruthless
  Got this cutie, she half-Cuban
  Probably why she like playin' with the Cuban (Turn)
  Say she like chillin' with the ooters, booters
  Eating uptown all suited booted, booted, booted (Turn, turn, turn, turn)
  They wasn't with us when the jeans were bootleg
  Put in that work, we ain't never been spoon-fed (Turn)
  Comin' for the jungle, you know where the zoo is (They told me turn, uh)
  Four-four or the three-two auto bells, it's a toothpick (Told me turn)
  No rap cap, we just speak what the truth is (Told me turn, uh)
  Lord forgive them, they don't know what they're doing (Told me turn)
  Shotgun, open the hatch, I put two in
  Still ain't forgot how it feels to be losin' (They told me turn, uh)
  They thought it was permanent, found it amusin'
  Now this drip on me like I'm canoein'
  Time just flyin' (One)
  I'm just tryna take this live ting to my juvies, juvies (Suh-suh-suh)
  So the beef is fryin'
  They ain't tryna stop slidin', Toosie, Toosie [Outro: Headie One]
  (One)
  (Suh-suh)