conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called The Corner with the following description: Track 12 on We Got it 4 Cheap Vol. 2Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Ab Liva]
  There's nothing like the dealer's feeling
  There's nothing like the dealer's feeling
  Uh uh uh, uh uh uh
  There's nothing like the dealer's feeling
  There's nothing like the dealer's feeling
  Uh uh uh, uh uh uh
  [Verse 1: Ab-Liva]
  Up on the corner selling hard like mortar
  With loiter
  Selling that poison
  Dope fiend exploiter
  My rented cars
  The shell hiding dope
  Cops avoid em
  Annoy em
  Reppin my hood
  My skin I embroidered
  We cop toys to circle the block
  We convoy 'em to blaze
  Simply amazing
  The young cats enjoy 'em
  ??? your watch
  If they deploy 'em
  You got the drop and no sign of that rock
  That shit destroy 'em
  The young thinkers I employ 'em
  See we're cut from the same cloth [Verse 2: Pusha-T]
  You should see that motherfucking water boiling on the stove
  And those white things floating like it's alka-seltzer cold
  They say drugs is a beating so go ahead belt your nose
  Or drop it in the pipe and watch it melt into the hole
  Crack house like 4am casino, somewhere way out in vegas
  All money make you a player
  Rolling your life away, smoking your life away
  Or go hypodermic nigga, dope it with the white and beige
  Speedballing ain't good, recalling
  I put Jojo Dancer in them flames, well he bought it
  So many nights mama went to bed nauseous
  Not that I was involved but her oldest son had fallen
  Victim to the pipe dream, I'm lord to the bright lane
  The xenon light things, the chain is like lightning
  V told me put my first quarter in the ceiling
  He meant a quarter million
  You niggas thinking like children
  Hook:
  There's nothing like the dealer's feeling
  There's nothing like the dealer's feeling
  Uh uh uh, uh uh uh
  Hiding dope in the ceiling, killing
  Willing, trying to make a million
  Uh uh, uh uh uh [Verse 3: Malice]
  I'm as dapper as a five on the black hand side
  Not even a major label could dampen my stride
  Never sacrifice the pride, 
  CEO was Jive talking
  I revert to the block from whence all this derived
  Heavy with the metal black dual action slide
  A few O's shy, you think? Dude let him slide
  I'm Emeril with the pot, staring in the pot
  Then add that fire to it, BAM! kick it up a notch
  I'm handy with koch, I don't deal with the suits
  The hen lays golden eggs, who could be so aloof?
  Run check the numbers, that's proof enough for me
  I am Malcolm with the flow, by any means I'mma eat
  First time out the gate nigga's a grammy nominee
  But whether rapping or crack, momma's still proud of me
  Using her good dishes, leaving them powdery
  And that blow in your nose got you sniffing like allergy
  [Verse 4: Sandman]
  The corner was something my momma kept me banned from
  Saying no doubt them dollars would hold me ransom
  Only releasing me to frequently be in the
  Maybe with the melee, chasing the fast pay day
  Come here day-daddy, I ain't going no where
  Just up the corner with Brian
  I'm lying, only twelve
  Trying to inhale the smell they was firing
  Hearing them say "pass that"
  Watching my uncle, how them yellow cat packs
  Rocking them ???
  Sweatsuits, its like the corner like swept through
  My body and soul and hit me like wool
  Officer slow, I'm sixteen and out of control
  Momma was right, truly I had to do me
  ???
  Me cheech, gutting Ds, always outside
  The corner was live, before ???
  I couldn't trust it no more, shit was different
  Damn, I grew up with them boys, nigga snitchin
  So I switched it, mhm, hop on 9 pound
  With my quad pound
  With that said, its that bread I must obtain
  I yeah I know I stay high, and I'm on my game
  And daddy got drive like he bleed octane
  He not sane, if I don't see my change
  Y'all gonna bleed my pain
  Corner mentality, can't get it out of me
  Gotta be mint, I am convinced, concrete cement
  Go to beam it, you blessed, you test, you die
  On the corner you grew up you lie
  And meanwhile [Hook x2]