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conversations.value: Write me a song called Let ’Em All In with the following description: Wayne teams up with Euro and Cory Gunz for a remix of Dave East’s 2017 song “Phone Jumpin”. The 8th track off Wayne’s Dedication 6 mixtape. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Drama]
  I realize you niggas is like the objects in the rearview mirror—
  You really appear much closer than you are
  Got a long way to go, young boy
  [Verse 1: Euro & 
  DJ Drama
  ]
  Uh
  Uh
  Check
  (Catch up, niggas!)
  Let 'em all in, bet 'em all in
  Put me in the jungle, I get us all minks
  Don't play with my wave
  Know what? Let 'em all sink
  I don't need therapy, I got so big
  Even when they talk crazy I still don't shrink
  I'ma black out, Michael Blackson's skin tone
  Homie gotta sit for a while back home
  Hotline bling if you get his phone
  Gotta own up or you get disowned
  Eyes dried up, I don't really cry much
  And the gold chain match everything I touch
  Whip gotta match every bitch I fuck, foreign
  Y'all niggas talkin' 'bout what? Borin'
  Bane from it, I came from it
  I'm raised by it, I'm stained from it
  Shot for the stars from the darkness
  I aim from it, now change comin'
  Who'd have thought a nigga shake somethin'?
  All these records, I'ma break somethin'
  Playin' my shit around the graveyard
  Y'all fuck around and wake somethin'
  Mean mug like I hate somethin'
  Hit the stu' and I ate somethin'
  Great rapper or a great hustler—
  Promise you I die a great somethin' [Verse 2: Cory Gunz]
  And I am beginnin' and endin'
  A nigga run in kickin' and flippin'
  A nigga worth spendin'
  A nigga with the semi admittin'
  Glock is definitive on 'em, iron Emmys
  Got an eye on 'em
  Still on these niggas more than any one of you
  We knuck if we buck, if you my brother we up
  If not, I don't give a motherly fuck
  Only in us we trust, you fuss we hush
  They rush we bust, adjust, and dust and flushed 'em
  If you don't know what my salary is
  You 'bout to know what a fatality is
  What the reality is
  If I don't know what my calories is
  Then nine times out of ten
  You won't never know where your cavity is
  Hit a forty, know it had to be his
  A dude foul with a smile
  They would never know how mad that he is
  They don't ever know what pattern he is
  He gotta be from Earth 2, or somewhere from out on Saturn he is
  Now I'm goin' where no gravity is, some other galaxy shit
  But we'd rather talk about the MAC and the bricks
  We takin' on all names, it ain't no more games
  I'm a stand up nigga, Cory Kaepernick bitch
  I don't know what to call you
  Niggas claimin' they loyal to the soil
  But boy I'm loyal to the oil that boil
  To court with the all you
  You cannot avoid it when I'm gonna destroy you
  Work from the ceiling to make sure that I fall you
  I'm dedicated to this rhyme shit
  S double, the militia gang, they don't ever try them bitch
  I got a nine and click, a high been brick
  A bottom bitch, I buy them thick
  Drivin' stick, life's a bitch, and I give dick
  I ride the five, my partner crip
  Shout out the East, we parkin' shit
  I just revive, I don't remix
  I don't remind, until 
  C5
   we got 
  D6
  , nigga [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  The best things in life are free, not cheap, free 
  C5
  Message, no reply
  Rest In Peace, no peace sign
  I keep an eye on these guys
  My third eye give her sweet eyes
  The bird eye's view keep spy
  But I can get your wings deep fried
  Try, try again, keep tryin'
  All the traffic hours, you a taxi driver, we some maximizers
  Ever heard of San Francisco 49'ers, we some masterminders
  Made it to the top just to get sniped from the floor at the very bottom
  Ain't that a bitch, man tell me about it
  But I ain't trippin', unless the trip is private
  I sip in silence
  I tried to make it beautiful, and this shit came out perfect
  Let the guns speak for they self, I ain't never been a loud person
  Walkin' 'round the house in the turban
  These niggas washed up with no detergent
  Take your heart and I am not a surgeon
  Pullin' triggers like shower curtains
  Ain't got no soul because my baby sucked it out of me
  Me and my whoas in Las Vegas playing the thot machines
  Stick to my goals, expectations like a soccer team
  Waiting to exhale only to let out some steam
  Girl let's make a movie, what's a movie without a shower scene?
  Treat my semi like an Emmy, need some nominees
  Taught me how to count before they taught me how to read
  I knew all my OG's before my ABC's [Outro: Lil Wayne]
  Damn
  That's some sick shit
  [Produced by Reazy Renegade]