conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 100 with the following description: This song is the first single from Game’s 2015 album The Documentary 2, though he also released the DeJ Loaf assisted “Ambitionz as a Rida” not long before. The Game said he expected “go to Drake and get a radio single real quick” but Drake wanted to do something harder.
  The title refers to the concept of speaking the truth, or “keeping it 100.” The major theme of this track is how fame can erode trust among friends. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: The Game]
  Real nigga shit
  Other night at your crib, it was like me, Black, 40, OB
  We just sittin' there talkin' 'bout life
  Played some beats, but I forgot to tell you one thing
  [Verse 1: The Game]
  Niggas called me to set you up
  Want me to come and wet you up
  'Cause you a out of town nigga like Biggie
  Heard about the shit with Diddy
  So I came through to vest you up
  And I got a vest for 40, a vest for Hush
  A vest for every nigga with an owl on his chest and what
  I got L.A. unified
  You better off committin' suicide, teachers ain't testin' us
  See, I know how it feel to be platinum-plus
  Niggas is jealous of you, so they try to wrap you up
  Tax you up, but it's OVO/Blood Money
  Nigga catch these bullets like he catch the bus
  Dawg, fame is a motherfucker
  Do a nigga four favors, when you can't do the fifth
  How soon they forget?
  Run up on you at your granny house, give you nine like Fif'
  How are niggas s'posed to love you niggas?
  Heart beatin' fast when I dap and when I hug you niggas
  Drake told me not to trust you niggas
  Your energy off, you're finicky, I rush you niggas
  Just walkin' 'round the crib like, "Why a nigga can't live?
  Get this money, fuck these bitches though?"
  Thinkin' 'bout the beef like:
  "We can pass these mothafuckin' straps like a physical"
  This my city, nigga, everybody know it
  Ridin' 'round town, just me and my four-pound
  Tucked in my Tom Fords, hopin' I ain't gotta show it
  L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
  Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
  Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit,
   
  40, I'm fucked up [Chorus: Drake & 
  The Game
  ]
  Y
  'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
  Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
  Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
  All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid
  L.A. niggas be the craziest
  , yeah, one hunnid
  L.A.
  , all I ever asked is one hunnid
  L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest
  , one hunnid
  All I ever asked is one
  [Verse 2: Drake]
  Thank me later, thanks for nothin', thanks for bluffin'
  Thank you so, so much for wearin' your true colors
  To every single fuckin' function
  Had niggas tell me to my face how we were family
  And how they love me while they were skimmin' off the budget
  Now, when I see 'em, they're the ones that's actin' funny
  People been reachin' out to me
  And I'm on some straight unresponsive shit
  I would have so many friends
  If I didn't have money, respect and accomplishments
  I would have so many friends
  If I held back the truth and I just gave out compliments
  I would have all of your fans
  If I didn't go pop and I stayed on some conscious shit
  I would have so many more friends
  If I lost my success and my confidence
  I'm in the club every time that they play the competition
  If they even play the competition and I seen the response they get
  Yeah, nobody's even hearin' it, on top of the pyramid
  Might go to Jamaica, disappear again
  My circle got so small that it's a period, sayin' to myself [Chorus: Drake & 
  The Game
  ]
  Y
  'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
  Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
  Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
  All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid
  L.A. niggas be the craziest
  , yeah, one hunnid
  L.A.
  , all I ever asked is one hunnid
  L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest
  , one hunnid
  All I ever asked is one
  [Verse 3: The Game]
  Miss 4 Cent, that was my real nigga
  Held a nigga down since he was a lil' nigga
  If he was still alive, he would kill niggas
  He was Lil' Snupe, I was Meek Mill
  Niggas know how it feel when you missin' your nigga though
  Can't think, so you roll up that indigo
  Stressin' while drivin' down Figuero'
  Blowin' kush clouds until his ghost is in my Ghost, damn
  Make a real nigga wanna give his life to God like, "Here it go"
  Screamin' Frog name at the clouds, they don't hear me though
  Guess they too busy with 2Pac and Biggie though
  You niggas don't feel me though
  That was on Suge's watch, I'll take Suge's watch
  You dissin' Drizzy, that's cool, but don't come to my city though
  Not even to H-Town
  So underground that I gotta be a trill nigga
  Strapped up from the waist down
  That's word to Pimp C, J Prince is my real nigga
  Shit was so simple when Henchman was out
  He had a young nigga right there with Meech
  So happy when Bleu Davinci got out
  We came up on these California streets
  L.A. niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
  Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
  Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit
  Got a nigga confused, but why a nigga gotta choose?
  Don't even matter, dawg, cause I'ma always be a real nigga
  Always be a real nigga
  I never learned how to be nothin' but a real nigga [Chorus: Drake & 
  The Game
  ]
  Y
  'all better not come to my studio with that fake shit
  Y'all better not come to my funeral with that fake shit
  Y'all better off realizin' there's nothin' that y'all could do wit' me
  All I ever asked is keep it eight more than 92 with me, one hunnid
  L.A. niggas be the craziest
  , yeah, one hunnid
  L.A.
  , all I ever asked is one hunnid
  L.A., L.A. niggas be the craziest
  , one hunnid
  All I ever asked is one