conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Good Dank with the following description: Song is about Wiz’s haters and people he can’t trust, and of course weed. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah
  Ten steps ahead of these niggas
  That's why they fuck with me instead of these niggas
  Fool
  Kush and orange juice, nigga
  I'm tryna use better words...
  Bitch
  Jerm on the boards
  This time around we want all the money
  You niggas short changin' and shit
  Show somethin'
  Champagne and 
  E-Z widers
  Presidential views
  [Verse 1]
  I keeps it real, nothin' like you actors do
  Joints I flick
  Bomb raps I kicks off
  Can't rip this off
  Tag on your mattress, fool
  You'd rather be high
  This that shit, bitch
  Now you in the presence of the fly
  Louis cover my eyes
  Not them hundred dollar Ray-Bans
  Fam, these 675
  Rap ass niggas tellin you lies
  Runnin' game, some things money just can't disguise
  That's why keepin' it G is where I keep my pride
  You a lame, cause I'm good wit a couple niggas who ride
  Look fella
  Trees yellin'
  Just by the smell you can tell us
  Chronic I smoke hella
  My pockets want mozzarella
  Your bitch here twistin' up like propellers
  Got my paper right
  Now we like white boy hair the way they jeal-ous [Hook]
  When we come we came to spend money
  We think it ain't nothin' that's why we get to cuffin' their hoes
  She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank
  Then go back to my place don't ask you already know
  Ain't worried 'bout another nigga
  While I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time
  Face in the clouds
   I'm feelin' like time is on my side
  But they don't wanna see me fly
  They don't wanna see me fly
  The life is all I know
  To live this way, I chose
  Grindin' paid its toll
  Oh, oh
  Now everywhere I go I fly
  [Verse 2]
  Most of my bitches use and abuse
  These niggas, call it making 'em pay they dues
  Spendin' all your hard-earned money on bags and shoes
  When all they really need is kush and orange juice
  Shit, that's what I feed 'em
  They download my songs
  Watch my interviews and read 'em
  Treat her like you love her
  I fuck her once then I don't need her
  I'm playin'
  I keep a couple of them skinnies
  That I hit up anytime I'm in they city
  Shorty, I ain't on no sports team, but ya nigga ballin
  Don't pick up my line less I see its money callin'
  Jordan shorts by the pair and 
  my socks is Ralph Lauren
  And I got that there from my nigga down New Orleans
  Real as they come, every one of my niggas all in
  Niggas'll talk slick, but me I'm gettin to the paper
  Cause they see us and act like they never hated
  Gang, gang [Hook]
  When we come we came to spend money
  We think it ain't nothin' that's why we get to cuffin their hoes
  She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank
  Then go back to my place don't ask you already know
  Ain't worried 'bout another nigga
  While I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time
  Face in the clouds
   I'm feelin' like time is on my side
  But they don't wanna see me fly
  They don't wanna see me fly
  The life is all I know
  To live this way, I chose
  Grindin' paid its toll
  Oh, oh
  Now everywhere I go I fly
  [Outro]
  Taylor gang in this bitch you a fool
  Big bags of kush, 
  put a x in the middle
  Add the orange juice nigga