conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Ballin with the following description: On “Ballin,” Logic discusses his come-up in the rap industry and how he has reached a rather high level of fame.
  Despite not having released a debut album, Logic and his crew had been able to generate a mass of fans around the world. This led to copious amounts of money that he and his team were able to funnel into future success. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Logic]
  Okay
  It's RattPack 'til my pulse flat, we keep it real, no false rap
  I got four cards and they all black, got four broads and they all that
  We call that ballin', doin' this is my callin'
  Flow is so appallin', my phone off and she callin', I'm like, "Yeah
  What it do?" Penthouse, man, what a view
  Fall back, 'cause I'm coming through with my whole team, they coming too
  That's real, too real, motherfucker, tell me how you feel
  I'm too good for my own good, 
  I won't leak the album, I'll let it spill
  Number one, bitch, I bet it will, do the numbers I said it will
  I played the game and I'm still the same and I never changed just to get a deal
  [Chorus: Logic]
  Bitch, I'm ballin'
  Ballin', I came from nuttin' to somethin'
  Like it's nuttin', yeah, you know I done it, now there's no discussion
  Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', I made a promise to my mama
  I'ma turn these zeros into tens and commas
  Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', 
  closin' million dollar deals
  Catch me swervin', burning hundred dollar bills,
   how it feel
  When you ballin', ballin', goin' places they never go
  It ain't all about the money, but I stack it 'cause you never know
  [Verse 2: Logic]
  I'ma live life 'til I overdose while they sleepin' on me, that's comatose
  I went mainstream with my main team, you just mad as fuck, you ain't come close
  And your next girl is my ex-girl, she fine as hell, but she a mess girl
  All I do is rhyme, I got no time, so I can't reply to your text, girl
  Bitch, I'm back again and I run it, always gotta keep it one-hunnid
  All of y'all know y'all want it, turn it up and get blunted
  I'm like, "Fuck the money, fuck the fame," I came here to fuck up the game
  Gon' get it, I'm feelin' myself, fresh to death, bitch, I'm killin' myself; I'm gone
  We burnin' it up, step in the building, we turnin' it up
  Talkin' that shit, but they never admit when I step to the mic I be murderin' it
  And we livin' real good, mainstream, but it's still good
  I got raw shit, I got real shit, but right now it's time for that feel good
  We call that ballin', doin' this is my callin'
  Flow is so appallin', my phone off and she callin', I'm like, "Yeah
  What it do?" Penthouse, man, what a view
  Fall back, 'cause I'm coming through with my whole team, they coming too, that's [Chorus: Logic]
  Ballin', ballin'
  I came from nuttin' to somethin'
  Like it's nuttin', yeah, you know I done it, now there's no discussion
  Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', I made a promise to my mama
  I'ma turn these zeros into tens and commas
  Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', closin' million dollar deals
  Catch me swervin', burning hundred dollar bills,
   how it feel
  When you ballin', ballin', goin' places they never go
  It ain't all about the money, but I stack it 'cause you never know
  [Verse 3: C Dot Castro]
  Yeah
  You know that we ballin', we been goin' all-in
  Hold on, let me slow it down so y'all get the shit
  These haters talk, but I don't give a shit
  Got models, bottles, and the piff is lit
  But we ballin', kinda like Spalding and Rawlings
  On the road to riches never stallin'
  Got your girl all up all on my nuts, boy
  She do it with joy, no almonds, ugh
  Living life to perfection, V.I.P., that's the section
  Presidential watch, presidential suites
  You would think we held an election
  It go Logic first, then I'm up next
  I do not converse, I just cut checks
  I do not rehearse, I just drop the verse
  I need to cop a hearse, 'cause I'm fresh to death
  I bet you never seen so much designer
  Never seen a nigga with a bitch that's finer
  Boy, I stunt when I ain't even tryna
  Swaggin' is nice, but first I'ma rhymer
  And I rep Maryland, home of the Terrapins
  Say you spit crack, homie, we spit that heroin
  Bring it right to your front door like I'm carolin'
  Standing next to me would be so embarrassin', yeah, we be [Chorus: Logic]
  Ballin', ballin'
  I came from nuttin' to somethin'
  Like it's nuttin', yeah, you know I done it, now there's no discussion
  Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', I made a promise to my mama
  I'ma turn these zeros into tens and commas
  Bitch, I'm ballin', ballin', 
  closin' million dollar deals
  Catch me swervin', burning hundred dollar bills,
   how it feel
  When you ballin', ballin', goin' places they never go
  It ain't all about the money, but I stack it 'cause you never know