conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Lord Knows with the following description: Drake and Ross lay down some inspiration over great Just Blaze production. This song was dropped days before the intentional leak of Take Care. On the day of its release, Just Blaze casually tweeted:
  https://twitter.com/#!/JustBlaze/status/133383344028270594
  A Just Blaze-produced skull-crusher, with its driving beat and gospel choir notes, stands in contrast to the rich, hazy production style that defines the album’s sound.
  Rhyming beside rapper Rick Ross, Aubrey Drake Graham sticks his chest out and proclaims that expressing his feelings doesn’t make him soft, and he dares anyone to say otherwise.
  “Lord Knows” presents us with the most hard-hitting beat on the entire album, not to mention Drizzy assassinating over the instrumental. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Choir & 
  Rick Ross
  ]
  And I know the sun will rise with me (
  Huh
  )
  And I know the sun will rise with me (
  Huh
  )
  And I know the sun will rise with me (
  Huh
  )
  And I know the sun will rise with me (
  All we wanted was an opportunity
  )
  Just Blaze
   (
  Lord knows
  )
  [Verse 1: Drake & 
  Rick Ross
  ]
  It's your worst nightmare, it's my first night here
  And this girl right here, who knows what she knows?
  So I'm going through her phone if she go to the bathroom
  And her purse right there, I don't trust these hoes at all
  But that's just the result of me paying attention
  To all these women that think like men with the same intentions
  Talking strippers and models that try to gain attention
  Even a couple pornstars that I'm ashamed to mention
  But Weezy and Stunna my only role models
  Haffa and Jordan my only role models
  That's why I walk around with all this gold on
  And every time I run into these niggas, they want no problems
  Bought 'em sixes and chains, and some bracelets and rings
  All of the little accents that make me a king
  I never hear the disses they try and point out to me
  But it's whatever if somebody won't make it a thing
  I'm more concerned with niggas thinkin' 'bout Christmas in August
  Do anything to buy gifts for they daughters
  Get some shake, a brick in the press
  And chef it like Mrs. Fields, they makin' the cookie stretch
  I know it so well, I know the hustle so well
  Stunt like I'm working overnighters right by the motel
  Drug money outfit, record clean
  Spend it all on me and my fuckin' team
  Matchin' Rollies for real, matchin' Rovers for real (
  Woo
  )
  Places they say they've been, we actually goin' for real (
  Woo
  )
  I'm really killin' shit, fuck all the jiggy rappin
  ' (
  Woo
  )
  I'm going trigger happy just to see my niggas happy
  Mixtape legend, underground kings
  Lookin' for the right way to do the wrong things (
  Huh
  )
  With my new bitch that's livin' in Palm Springs
  Young-ass nigga, lifelong dreams
  They take the greats from the past and compare us
  I wonder if they'd ever survive in this era
  In a time where it's recreation
  To pull all your skeletons out the closet like Halloween decorations
  I know of all the things that I hear they be pokin' fun at
  Never the flow, though, they know I run that
  Fuck you all, I claim that whenever
  I changed rap forever, the game back together, yeah
  YM, I remain that forever
  In the same place my brother Wayne at forever
  I'm a descendant of either Marley or Hendrix
  I haven't figured it out 'cause my story is far from finished
  I'm hearing all of the jokes, I know that they tryna push me
  I know that showin' emotion don't ever mean I'm a pussy
  Know that I don't make music for niggas who don't get pussy
  So those are the ones I count on to diss me or overlook me
  Lord knows, Lord knows, I'm heavy, I got my weight up
  Roberson, boost the rate up, it's time that somebody paid up
  A lot of niggas came up off of a style that I made up
  But if all I hear is me, then who should I be afraid of?
  Bought a white Ghost, now shit is gettin' spooky
  Very, very scary like shit you see in the movies
  In this bitch, all drinks on the house like Snoopy
  That's why all the real soldiers salute me
  Trill nigga, for real [Interlude: Rick Ross]
  Huh
  You know I love this
  YOLO, you only live once
  I'm going so hard, my nigga
  I swear, homie
  Every day is another opportunity to reach that goal
  (
  M-M-Maybach Music
  )
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  I fell in love with the pen, started fuckin' the ink (Huh)
  The hustle's an art, I painted what I would think
  Still allergic to broke, prescription straight to the paper
  Destined for greatness, but got a place in Jamaica (Woo)
  Villa on the water with the wonderful views
  Only fat nigga in the sauna with Jews
  Went and got a yacht, I'm talkin' Carnival Cruise
  And these niggas talkin' like hoes, they mad they not in my shoes
  It's the red bottom boss (Huh), came to buy the bar (Huh)
  Every bi-week, shit, I'm bound to buy a car (Woo)
  Murder-cedes Benz or that 
  bubble double-R
   (Woo)
  Headlights flickin', lookin' like a falling star
  Every day, them hammers bang, whippin' yay like Anna Mae
  I run the game, but the ladies think I'm runnin' game
  Mink coats make your woman wanna fornicate
  Rozay and Drake, I'm getting cake, nothin' short of great (Huh)