conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Ronnie Drake with the following description: This is the second song he has released since he signed to Top Dawg Ent and now he is with SZA, another new member of the TDE Label, or as they describe it “Family”.
  Throughout the song, a listener quickly picks up that Isaiah is focusing on race, which is clearly heard in the first line and the first line of the second verse. He also tells us why he’s got love for all the hustlers, tricksters, bros and also hoes.
  On November 5th, The two performed their collaborative track live at the Converse Rubber Tracks Studios for Fader’s Brooklyn Bound Event.
  http://youtu.be/um57_bTx9FM
  Down below is the official video of the song. Released November 22nd, on the TDE youtube page.
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=difm6gSJl9w Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: SZA & 
  Isaiah Rashad
  ]
  I mean
  I mean, I been thinking
  Nah
  Alright, Rob, this the one, last one, check me out
  You sure?
  [Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
  So don't call me a nigga, unless you call me "my nigga"
  I'm a king,
   O.E. be slipping, falling from my chalice, ugh
  Don't mind the bumper that was missing from my carriage, ugh
  It's poorly tinted, but my women not embarrassed
  I came to bury you average, uh, you feel slighted, ayy
  It's like she know that I got it, it feel like it
  Ayy, I real-life it, ayy, I spill vices
  Ayy, you will like it, I promise it's trill vomit, I'm honest
  Nigga, ain't no getting money on that conscious shit
  I'ma just load my gat on some survival shit
  And when I hear they got a drought on it
  I take a month out of rap, and I hustle 'til I'm out of it
  I got that coke flow, ugh, that heat rock
  I got that old school, huddle to the beat box
  Baby, I'm just digging in your gushy for the sweet spot
  I'ma beat that, 'til that motherfucking beat drop, bitch!
  [Chorus: SZA]
  I got love for my niggas, my killers
  My dealers, my trickers, my bros
  I got love for my sisters, my women
  My bitches, my strippers, my hoes
  I got love for my niggas, my killers
  My dealers, my trickers, my bros
  I got love for my sisters, my women
  My bitches, my strippers, my hoes
  I got love for my niggas [Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad]
  Ayy, hope they don't kill you 'cause you Black today
  They only feel you when you pass away
  The eulogy be so moving,
   
  we live the scenes of those movies
  Conflict in school or dope moving, it's so youthful
  But if you die today
  I hope you findin' some relief, oh, what a great escape
  We still dodging from polices when we make a plate
  They lying, searching in my bucket with the straightest face
  It could be '88
  Sometimes, I wonder why we killers, why they killing us
  I think we only wear a grill because they grilling us
  Or how they feeling us, gotta look real and tough
  Gotta keep your hands in the cart, know you stealing stuff
  Came a long way from a boat and an auction
  Now, we got names and a vote, then a coffin
  Ain't shit change but the coast we adopted
  Little Black children, you can call me "that nigga," nigga
  [Chorus: SZA]
  I got love for my niggas, my killers
  My dealers, my trickers, my bros
  I got love for my sisters, my women
  My bitches, my strippers, my hoes
  I got love for my niggas, my killers
  My dealers, my trickers, my bros
  I got love for my sisters, my women
  My bitches, my strippers, my hoes
  I got love for my nigga