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conversations.value: Write me a song called Wat’s Wrong with the following description: This track deals more explicitly with the substance abuse problem that almost saw him lose his deal with TDE and be dropped from the label. Rashad battles with his emotions, and Kendrick’s dazzling verse can be read as a direct conversation with Rashad, encouraging him to follow a righteous path, be that via religion or rap.
  https://twitter.com/isaiahrashad/status/771400243061501952 Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  Ah, ah, ah, ah
  Ah, ah, ah, ah
  [Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
  I cut my hair and bump my head and fell on top
  And run on sins, and front on friends
  If we don't win then pay your Tithes and mend your fence
  And we alright, the Kaio Ken and big old rims
  And LA hoes, if that ain't wrong, if I ain't gone
  I ain't home, I ain't them, I ain't them
  No more ends and no more trends
  And photo tint and photo lens, notice this
  Pour this shit, bonafide, woe is me
  Bowl of grits
  , 
  naked pimp, beamin' up, clean as fuck
  Other side chill for niggas, makin' life look clear for niggas
  Hill for niggas, tip top cliff for niggas, this the vision side to side
  So give the nigga, if we honest you gon' miss a nigga
  Twisted with 'em, this the isms
  See your bitch might kiss a nigga, which nigga? Get specific
  Big ass pot,
   
  wrist is glistened
  , your list is shit
  And your, if it isn't, this cost some titties and scar your face
  The wrong of wrongs has caught a case
  Other niggas they Mobb like Carter say from far away
  All my niggas like "Calm down"
  Lovin' life above a reason, just can't find it like a dozen people
  Catch that vibe at night, and Bobby Whitney
  Get too tired to write and died in prison
  Felt like Rob tonight,
   
  lost my god tonight? [Hook: Zacari]
  Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself
  Feel like I'm runnin' in circles
  Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my breath
  I need smoke just to exhale
  Oh and I get so ahead of myself
  But I'll make it out somehow
  So roll another, roll another one
  And put it all in the air now
  Let's go
  [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
  How many souls do you touch a day?
  How many hoes do you fuck a day?
  How many flows do your thought convey?
  How many know you can't walk away?
  Depending on the way I feel, I might kill everybody around me
  Might heal everybody around me, how the wind blow
  Open your window, let the debris in, never let me in
  I kick back with kick do'
  Maybe if I could live hundred years that be real?
  Pay me if I'ma be rhymin' these homonyms
  Crazy, my other show went to my mom 'n' 'em
  My daddy said a Mercedes had haunted him
  But now he got one, I'm ridin' shotgun
  With a three-piece chicken dinner and shot gun
  I bring your weekend to an ending and pop one
  I'm in the deep end, boss nigga you not one
  And I believe in Kool-Aid and God's son
  Do you believe that Black man is our sun?
  I made enough residuals to hide some
  I gave enough, my niggas know I divide some
  I told Zay, I'm the best rapper since twenty-five
  Been like that for a while now, I'm twenty-nine
  Any nigga that disagree is a fuckin' liar
  Pardon me, see my alter ego was Gemini
  Him and I been around ever since Reagan was criticized
  Might stay in the Trump Tower for one week
  Spray paint all the walls and smoke weed
  Fuck them and fuck y'all and fuck me
  I proceed my last check in proceeds
  To all the kids, the hood, the bricks, the books
  To fix the blocks we on to right my wrongs
  The word, to give the life we live as I get... [Hook: Zacari]
  ...so ahead of myself
  Feel like I'm runnin' in circles
  Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my breath
  I need smoke just to exhale
  Oh and I get so ahead of myself
  But I'll make it out somehow
  So roll another, roll another one
  And put it all in the air now
  Let's go
  [Verse 3: Isaiah Rashad]
  Oh you got two Xannies, oh, just don't forget me
  Love me for the moment (all in the air now) hug me like your sibling
  Weed ain't that important, vice cops in the kitchen
  Grew with Apollonia (all in the air now) Rob was makin' chicken
  Beat me down, you beat me down, reorganize my face
  Now when I go home, I don't know what my fam gon' say
  Zay, say it ain't love cause you bought flowers yesterday
  Thoughts was always cheap, cheap, cheap
  But now let's talk 'bout me, me, me
  Lately I been comin', this ain't goin' how I wanted
  When I pull up at your window, bitch come out, you hear that beep, beep, beep
  Faithful as your EBT, closer than you momma kin
  Anger when you rang about my dog but I'm gon' call again
  Freak me out, keep me out, why they always leave me out
  Niggas that been hatin'  just can't wait to have my CD now
  Don't we look like CP and Nirvana on that keep me pound
  Please be down, I been more than late... [Hook: Zacari]
  Oh sometimes I get so ahead of myself
  Feel like I'm runnin' in circles
  Oh and I'm just holdin' onto my breath
  I need smoke just to exhale
  Oh and I get so ahead of myself
  But I'll make it out somehow
  So roll another, roll another one
  And put it all in the air now
  All in the air now
  Let's go
  [Outro: Dave Free]
  Okay, I'ma tell you this story, man...A few years ago, I gave my pops, uh, Cilvia, Cilvia Demo and my pops said, uh...he listened to it for about a week, came back to me, said, uh...said, "Dang, boy, why...Zay talkin' 'bout he gon' run up in somebody house? He...he...he talkin' 'bout you?"