conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Just to Get By with the following description: Cole goes on a rhyme frenzy over the smooth instrumental of 2003’s “Get By” by Talib Kewli for the 5th track off The Warm Up. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  That was the warm-up, that was the warm-up, baby
  Aight, Elite, for real, one take, dawg, and I'm up outta here
  One
  Yup, yeah
  [Verse]
  Lord, please forgive me for my sinnin'
  I ain’t sayin' that I’m finished, but I’m prayin' in advance
  'Cause the way her eyes glance like they playin' in my pants
  Yeah, ball game, I swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans
  When a nigga took a chance and came to the big city
  My beat machine the only fuckin' thing I had with me
  Like Bobby had Whitney, we was cookin' up crack
  But them fifteen credits had a nigga off track
  Picture that, best rapper since Lil Wayne in classes
  The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his bachelor’s
  But mastered this rap shit
  , 
  you hear the words comin' from my
  Lips, bastards, I never crack, I got that Chapstick
  I practiced 'til that shit made perfect and served it
  To the people on a silver platter, 
  now where’s the ladder?
  'Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; I chose the latter
  Know you haters is pissed, hold your bladder though
  ‘Fore you get tossed like a forward lateral
  , we never tattle
  Let God handle that, or let the mob handle that
  No Soprano, half black, half white; I’m a piano
  I’m an animal, my video on Discovery Channel
  I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets, these niggas cease
  To exist, like a beach in a tsunami, you'll find me
  In the ‘Ville in the state of NC, bitch, if I ain’t back
  Home, I’m up in NYC, ‘bout that money prob'ly
  Like a fuckin' robbery, but I ain’t jackin'
  I’m chasin' dreams sort of like jeans, boy, I ain’t slackin'
  I’m chasin' dreams sort of like jeans, boy, I ain’t slackin'
  Hey, take a hard look at my drive nigga, no hackin'
  On my shit, I’m straight smackin' niggas, straight taggin' niggas
  Yo, I'm freestylin', fuck y'all niggas, y’all be wylin', and I’m out