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conversations.value: Write me a song called 8 Miles and Runnin’ with the following description: Jay-Z, on a beat produced by Eminem, reminisces on when he was broke and how people act have changed since then. Joining him is Freeway, who at the time of this song had just been signed to Roc-A-Fella Records.
  The name of the song “8 Miles and Runnin'” is a reference to the N.W.A song “100 Miles and Runnin'”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Jay Z]
  Geah
  Renegades is back
  Em, the beat is sick
  It's Young
  Freeway
  8 Miles
  Let's go!
  [Verse 1: Jay Z]
  Eight miles and runnin'
  , got my seventh album droppin'
  And my eighth album comin',
   
  feeding a thousand growling stomachs
  But I can rewind the calendar back, back when it was now or nothin'
  People said I would amount to nothin', that I had talent for nothin'
  Said I would succumb to violence or be silenced by a gunman
  I could just hear the folks now: "He got what he had comin'."
  Now that my eighth album's comin', everybody's smilin'
  Wanting somethin', claiming that they done somethin' for him
  Got their Jay Z pompoms and their Hov uniform
  Claiming they been runnin' and tellin' everybody, like Martin Lawrence
  'Bout how hot my rap performance was before I was who I was
  Claiming that they threw it up before I threw it up—you what?
  Where was you before I blew this up?
  I didn't see you in the courtroom when everybody was suin' us
  I didn't see you in all black when everybody was suitin' up
  Back on the block, getting it in—it wasn't no you with us [Chorus: Jay Z & 
  Freeway
  ]
  Eight miles and runnin', 
  got my seventh album droppin'
  And my eighth album comin', feeding a thousand growling stomachs—Free!
  Six miles and runnin', got my fifth strip poppin'
  And my first album comin',
   feeding twenty growling stomachs
  Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
  And my eighth album comin', feeding a thousand growling stomachs—Free!
  Six miles and runnin', got my fifth strip poppin'
  And my first album comin', feeding twenty growling stomachs
  [Verse 2: Freeway]
  Six miles and runnin' in the Pontiac six thousand eighty six
  Trans' might shift while the engine run
  Anyone, tell your honor: "Give me one more chance"
  And them smokers screaming, "One more gram!" so I'ma bring 'em one (Geah)
  Only son to my pop, stick close to my mama
  Keep toasters for drama, 
  make Salat with my son
  My son growin', and he learnin' a lot
  That's when them toasters, when the burners will pop, brain on your, um–
  'Brella, nigga, tell 'em niggas, that's like the Biblical scripture
  Look back, turn to salt, like the sinners
  And most of you heartless and self-centered like Meshach and Mesha
  Set up your brother ‘cause you jealous, nigga
  The heat back (Ugh), like you never left, I ever rep
  Cops watch every step, six miles and runnin'
  Dodgin' every trap, the rap gingerbread man
  Cherish every precious breath, State P, the second gat [Chorus: Jay Z & 
  Freeway
  ]
  Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
  And my eighth album comin', feeding a thousand growling stomachs—Free!
  Six miles and runnin', got my fifth strip poppin'
  And my first album comin',
   feeding twenty growling stomachs
  Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
  And my eighth album comin', feeding a thousand growling stomachs—Free!
  Six miles and runnin', got my fifth strip poppin'
  And my first album comin', feeding twenty growling stomachs
  [Verse 3: Jay-Z]
  Back when nobody would find he had talent, nobody would sign me
  Nobody believed in me,
   nobody but Mommy, blindly
  But how can she deny me? Me being the youngest runt
  To come up outta her tummy, she got nothing but love for me
  When niggas would one me, the industry shunned me
  That's why I'm taking all the industry's money
  Revenge is sweet honey, we run this
  Young is the illest, 
  Free is the future
  Beans and Bleek is right now, we can see y'all, eight miles, nigga
  [Chorus: Jay Z & 
  Freeway
  ]
  Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
  And my eighth album comin', feeding a thousand growling stomachs—Free!
  Six miles and runnin', got my fifth strip poppin'
  And my first album comin',
   feeding twenty growling stomachs
  Eight miles and runnin', got my seventh album droppin'
  And my eighth album comin', feeding a thousand growling stomachs—Free!
  Six miles and runnin', got my fifth strip poppin'
  And my first album comin', feeding twenty growling stomachs