conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Lay Down with the following description: This song samples “Queen Of Spades” by Styx. French Montana is known for using samples. He also does this on Playing In The Wind, Shot Caller, Off The Rip, Once In A While and many others. Most of the beats are produced by French’s producer Harry Fraud. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: (Lord be thy fine)
  (She's left me)
  (So cold, so alone)
  (Oh yeah)
  [Chorus: Mike Shorey]
  We out here gettin' this paper, 
  high as a skyscraper
  I figure y'all should already know
  The diamonds all in the bezel, y'all tryna get on my level
  And y'all got a long way to go
  Cause I'm gettin' money
  I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high
  I'm floatin' man I'm touchin the sky
  I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright
  [French Montana: x3]
  Huh (Huhhh)
  Lay down (lay down)
  My niggas will take ya life (take ya life)
  (Lord be thy fine)
  (She's left me)
  (So cold, so alone)
  (Yeah)
  [Verse 1: French Montana]
  These old niggas in the west, said they gon' get the Tec
  And I hope ya rap friends don't fill the wake, peel the weight
  M6, get away, know a nigga trippin'
  Go and get some Grand Cru, I'm tryna chill and then celebrate
  Feel the prayer homie, a tradition thang
  Whippin' all them grams galore was the kitchen thang
  Homie first of all, it's ya boy Mac
  All-black GT Bentley with the skulled cracked, fall back
  You know a nigga can't call it, I might spoil it if I tell 'em
  Stick up boys robbin' niggas for they jewels, can't sell 'em
  We flood the game and let 'em digest
  Mindset on the older shit, these other niggas in a contest
  And I salute the dollar, pledge allegiance
  Nigga talkin' all this money, we don't see it (Lord be thy fine)
  (She's left me)
  (So cold, so alone)
  (Oh yeah)
  [Chorus: Mike Shorey]
  We out here gettin' this paper, 
  high as a skyscraper
  I figure y'all should already know
  The diamonds all in the bezel, y'all tryna get on my level
  And y'all got a long way to go
  Cause I'm gettin' money
  I'm ridin' and I'm feelin' so high
  I'm floatin' man I'm touchin the sky
  I'm cakin' and it's feelin' so right, alright
  [French Montana: x3]
  Huh (Huhhh)
  Lay down (lay down)
  My niggas will take ya life (take ya life)
  [Verse 2: Dame Grease]
  Caddy all-black, rollin' on a sour blunt
  Lot boy bigger, 40 Cal hit ya up
  Lenox Ave
   gang bang, you snitchin', all them, homocide
  Will erase ya kiss kiss, ran up on the jeep, see
  You ever seen your enemy get his head blown off
  On the back steps of his momma's porch
  Oh, your daddy smart, time to put in body work
  Come through in niggas lobby, ballin' through the paperwork
  Damn I beat it crazy, clap your only baby
  Burn 'em with the police, nigga must be crazy
  Get a nigga laid back, hit 'em with the tre pack
  Leave his momma screamin', lettin' off a I'll sound
  Niggas body fall, we took his bankroll
  Four in the streets, you watch the drama unfold (Lord be thy fine)
  (She's left me)
  (So cold, so alone)
  (Oh yeah)