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conversations.value: Write me a song called We Ball with the following description: On “We Ball,” Meek and Thug sorrowfully reminisce on the friends they’ve lost throughout the years as they pour out the similar and discerning experiences and downfalls they’ve faced and were forced to burden in their times of tragedy and mourning. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Meek Mill]
  Yeah!
  R.I.P. Dex Osama, Lil Snupe
  All the fallen soldiers
  Scooter, Truce
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  When they killed my nigga Snupe, I seen my young nigga
  In the casket he ain't even have no blood in him
  Prolly the reason why I keep taking these drugs quicker
  Ain't got no patience for these motherfuckin' fuck niggas
  I watch everybody change, they thought I lost it
  But now they all bustin' U-ies its gon' cost 'em
  I seen Chino shut the casket on the coffin (Truce)
  Killed his only big brother and we lost him
  So I'ma hold it down 'til we all win
  We've been at the Clearport ballin'
  I just want to see my niggas flossin'
  Hundred bands everytime I walk in
  If you keep it trill you'll get a blessing for it
  Deep down in the trenches with that Wesson on me
  My mama, she can't sleep, I come here early mornings (mama)
  But mama I got thirty in this dirty .40
  Any weapon formed against me shall not prosper
  Used to pray them Ramen noodles turned to lobster
  Gotta watch my own homies on the roster
  Cause this the type of money'll get your lined up [Bridge: Meek Mill]
  And I can't trust nobody
  They hit your homie and they knocked the soul out him
  They said that they would ride or die but ain't nobody roll 'bout it
  Three felonies, ain't graduate, no I am not your role model
  I hope the Lord got us
  [Verse 2: Young Thug]
  When they killed my nigga, I seen the footage on the tape
  Man I must've threw up everything I ever ate
  Man I know he got some dice at the Heaven gates
  Kicking shit with all these bitches like he's Kevin Gates
  Relax your mind and kick your feet way up
  Selling dog food tryna feed my pups
  Young rich nigga and I'm built Ford Tough
  And I'm going through stuff
  I don't feel no love
  I shake your body and you still wake up
  Taking Perkys, man I fill my cup
  The feds watching and they still might come, I'm gone
  I wan' see my brother with the Patek, not the static
  Gucci wrap your toe up, got retarded with my daddy
  All they seen was red bottoms bleeding by the casket
  Perkys got me focused, I done noticed all the damages
  I don't see no purpose, in the county eating sandwiches
  Lost so many niggas, I went crazy, I couldn't balance it
  You can't question God, yeah, yeah, and 
  then there's challenges
  Sipping on this Actavis, I swear, I gotta manage it
  SRT the challengers
  Make that work do acrobatic flip, accurate
  And I'm leaning like a project banister
  I'm a boss, I ain't never need a manager
  Got rich, with thugs scandalous, ayy [Outro: Young Thug]
  Fuck it, we ball, yeah
  All the soldiers we lost, yeah
  Fuck it, we ball-ooh-all
  For all the soldiers we lost
  Shawty on percocets in the bag
  (All the soldiers we lost)
  Got a Rollie and a Pateky in my bag
  (All the soldiers we lost)
  She just got a nose job and it wasn't that bad
  (Fuck it, we ball)
  I was juggin' round the city, I came back, ayy
  Fuck it, we ball
  Yeah, fuck it, we ball
  Tear down the mall, yeah
  Fuck it, we ball
  Tear down the mall, ayy