conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called No Reason with the following description: “No Reason” is the 18th track on No Ceilings 2.
  This song is about how Weezy, accompanied by King Los, do random acts for no absolute reason. Weezy and Los are two of the greatest off-the-top lyricists—this track is a testament. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  If young Freeway don't trust you, I'm gon' murk ya
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  I told my homie I'll be back, I got some hoes that tryna see me
  I'll be double cupping, letting bitches double team me
  All this fuckin' smoke around a nigga like a genie
  Lord, these hoes be schemin', just to get some Neimans
  Just to get some Niemans, so I be playing defense
  Nowadays these hoes want you to fuck 'em and feed them
  Now we at the drive thru, I'm forever Piru
  I'm forever connected like AOL and Yahoo
  , okay
  I just be fightin' my demons
  I just be righteous or evil
  I don't be Skypin' or streamin'
  I just be high for no reason
  I just be Tunechi or Weezy
  I just eat cuchi, I'm greedy
  Give me the Uzi, I'll squeeze it
  Last night was a movie, I seen it
  And I just be high for no reason
  I just be high for no reason
  And I just be high for four seasons
  'Round here you can die for no reason
  These bitches on diets and vegans
  She getting it tight for next season
  And me, I'm just high for no reason
  And you, you could die for no reason [Verse 2: King Los]
  I know some niggas pull triggas
  That don't value life but put prices on people
  My homie name Vic
  Because he a stealer but used to be nice with them eagles
  I know what she do for that Niemans
  Yeah, she move that cuchi for profit
  That pussy a Uzi she pop it
  I'm in this bitch with Lil Tunechi, what's poppin'?
  You could die on my block, nigga, that shit is trill
  That clip open up, you get fucked, call it Netflix and chill
  He see what his girl do that, that chump might just panic
  A crew full of sea men had sunk the Titanic
  She suck and fuck or die
  Fuck you fuckers, suckers, knuckle up a riot
  Homie like Donkey Kong, bundle up them pies
  Whipping out them barrels, pistol white as pearl
  My bitch so perfect, I nut in that pussy, she piss it out in pearls
  No sheets on my bed, just a lot of girls
  And I just be fly for no reason
  Yeah I just be fly for no reason
  They kill my pop at sixteen
  Sometimes a nigga just cry for no reason
  I used to steal out of Niemans
  Now I'm so rich this shit feel like I'm dreamin'
  Gotta hit mute on the phone when I talk to you
  ‘Cause I still got your bitch screamin'
  She play with that pussy
  FaceTime a nigga with Jodeci on ‘cause she fiendin'
  That pussy get killed for no reason
  You pussies can die for no reason [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  You pussies can die for no reason
  I just get high for no reason
  The world be tryna get over
  I just get high to get even, yeah
  Yellin', that shit was ill, that shit was trill
  Had to tell my bitch stop stealing and stashing my pills
  That bitch a addict for real
  That bitch a addict for real
  That bitch is nasty for real, 
  she naked in heels
  Fuck Tom, Dick, and Harry
   and Bill
  Sonya, Sarah and Jill, I carry the steel
  In anyone area still
  ‘Cause shit could get scary for real, I'm aware and I'm skilled
  I had to bury some mills somewhere in a field
  Please don't ask me where, my lips sealed
  Very concealed, I got whatever you feel
  I got blow like Derek Foreal
  I got that white like Jaleel
  I'm 'bout that life and that's real
  I'm 'bout that life and that's real
  I say that twice ‘cause that's real
  Sometimes it's like I just feel like ain't nothing easy
  I'ma get high for that reason
  And you could still die for no reason, die for no reason
  I just be fightin' my demons
  I just be lightin' my cheeba
  I just be Tunechi or Weezy
  I'm so excited to be him
  We kill you on sight just for breathin'
  'Round here you can die for your Visa
  'Round here you can die for a pizza
  'Round here we don't die for no divas
  And I just be high for no reason
  I just be high for no reason
  They kill my pop at fourteen
  Sometimes a nigga just cry for no reason
  'Round here you can die with your homie
  'Round here you can die by your lonely
  We come on your side for no reason
  Shoot it up and then smile when we leavin' [Outro: Lil Wayne]
  You could still die for no reason
  I be getting high for no reason
  The world it be tryna get over
  I be getting high to get even
  I ain't got no ceilings
  I ain't got no feelings
  And you all in your feelings
  I'm like, "Fuck your feelings"
  You know I ain't got no ceilings