conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called The Rain with the following description: 
  This song samples the Timbaland produced Missy Elliot joint The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Nigga like me smoke weed everyday
  Nigga like me high all the time
  Shut the fuck up man
  It's Taylor's! Ugh
  [Verse 1]
  One shot, one kill, what the deal?
  Learned this from my OG, shit is real
  Made niggas, paid niggas, all around
  One phone call, brr, it's going down
  Clique full of psychos, goon in some tight clothes
  Need my paper straight, no typos
  Right flows, but really I don't write
  I'm in the studio all night
  Make sure the shit you call a dream is what I really call my life
  From my city, Harlem Nights
  , you niggas silly - this the 'burg
  Not Philly, shout them niggas though that wheelie on them bikes
  These niggas fans, they just sittin'
  Talk about plans they ain't been in
  Even rock brands they don't fit in
  Ain't got to go to France, spend 100 bands
  Gotta understand, damn!
  [Hook]
  I can't stand fake niggas
  I can't stand fake niggas
  I can't stand fake niggas [Verse 2]
  Walk it how I talk it,
   if I roll it, I'mma spark it
  If she bad, I tell her park it, I'mma hit it like a target
  Oh shit! He blowing up your phone again
  Must ain't let him know, you ain't coming home again
  Leave that man alone, could be doing better
  Do it on your own, could be on a jet, flying 'round the globe
  Baby we gonna smoke a whole zone
  Burning kush till her eyes gone
  Cellphone by the remote control
  When your girlfriends call, they just get the dial tone
  Paper wild long
  Try to draw the line between personal and business
  But these niggas in their feelings like bitches
  Mobbing through these trenches, always on a mission
  Rules to the game, starve the competition
  Khalifa Kush keep me high, to where I don’t wanna speak
  Broke and jail - two things I don't wanna be
  You talk tough, but your clique is nervous
  Wash 'em up, get that quick detergent
  Then we done with 'em
  There's gotta be somebody to blame
  It's a shame, shame, shame
  [Outro]
  I can't stand fake niggas
  I can't stand fake niggas
  I can't stand fake niggas
  What? What?
  I can't stand fake niggas
  I can't stand fake niggas
  Fake ass, niggas, shit
  Dawg, damn, woah
  28 Grams, 28, and a bag in my hand
  God, Damn!
  Ho
  Hahahahaha
  Hol up, hol up, hol up
  Man when my hair get long you niggas in trouble
  Just warning you now