conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Never Recover with the following description: “Never Recover” is a braggadocious anthem from Gunna, Lil Baby, and Drake, featuring production by Turbo and Tay Keith. A snippet of the song first appeared online on October 3, 2018.
  This track marks Drake’s first collaboration with Gunna and his second collaboration with Baby, following “Yes Indeed.” It also marks Drizzy’s fourth collaboration with Tay Keith. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Drake & 
  Lil Juice
  ]
  Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
  Ayy, yeah
  Tay Keith, this too hard
  Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy
  (Run that back, Turbo)
  Yeah, ayy, look
  [Verse 1: Drake & 
  Gunna
  ]
  I bring up money, they change up the topic
  I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
  She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
  I'm mixin' the dirty bills in with the profit
  Clean that shit up and I give it right back to him
  If I don't fuck with him, then I can't rap with him
  I wanna be there when somebody catches him
  I want a witness to see that shit
  Man, these folks, these folks gotta goddamn hear this shit, no cap
  I bring up hits and they change up the topic
  I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
  One hell of a year and a nigga still droppin'
  They wanted to stop it, but they couldn't stop it
  You told a story like shorty was feelin' you
  She told a story like she split the bill with you
  Look at my story, man, no one could write it
  Now I see a million, I don't get excited
  I might just YSL my shit, the Thugger way
  Ain't no real sense in me goin' the other way
  Cannot be seen in that shit from the other day
  Virgil just chef'd me a whole different colorway
  Please don't be stupid, it's Baby and Gunna
  And Baby, he wanted her, so I just swung her
  Next time I'm in Dallas, I'll look for another
  You niggas fell off and you'll never recover [Verse 2: Gunna]
  Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait 'til it bubble
  Young Gunna Gunna, I make this shit double
  Hit Eliantte and left with a puddle
  It's me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble
  Run up my check, my bitch sprinted the shuttle
  Sign plus an M, bought a Benz for my brother
  Painted all black, the interior butter
  I drip like a leak and that's word to my mother
  Yeah, came out the street, gotta sleep with a cutter
  Family a beast, we gon' eat us a supper
  My dick in her mouth like she teethin' or somethin'
  Sound like it could be 
  Drip Season
   this summer
  Ain't no comparin' 'cause we number one
  In black and white Chanel, I look like a nun
  The police in shock, don't know who got a gun
  Don't got what I got 'cause I shop in Milan
  It's winter, I still took the top off the don
  The kid was surprised that my trunk in the front
  I know you a upset they don't shine in the sun
  Cuban link look like a box of crayons
  I'm still at the lot, tryna cop the Cayenne
  I told the judge, "Fuck it", I'm goin' on the run
  You want it, my dawgs'll look out for the bond
  [Chorus: Lil Baby]
  And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
  We get M's in by the shoe size
  I don't fuck with y'all type of kind
  I done seen all y’all dickride
  Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
  And I swear to God, I don't get tired
  From the trenches, now I'm goin'
  Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch [Verse 3: Lil Baby]
  Don't gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna
  Runnin' this shit, only been out two summers
  That 4x4 truck, I post 300
  Boy, at whoever, they know how I'm comin'
  Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the money
  Treat every club like a Magic on Monday
  Niggas ain't rich for real, they gettin' fronted
  Gave her a dime, told her fix up her stomach
  By the time she get back, I'ma switch up my number
  Cap to her friend like I been on her bumper
  Lately, I been the topic of discussion
  Draco was foreign, they shipped it from Russia
  Bad vibes at my show like I'm Usher
  If she tell me "No" once, I won't even touch it
  All I do is get her out here, abortion
  Act like I've been rich, I used to have nothin'
  Drizzy hit me up like he got another one
  Money ain't even came in from the other one
  Fuck it, I'm hot, so I might as well double up
  Seem like everything I get on a number one
  They tryna team up to beat me, they huddlin' up
  Ever catch me out in traffic, I'm cuttin' up
  Every city we go to, it be lit as fuck
  Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us [Chorus: Lil Baby]
  And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
  We get M's in by the shoe size
  I don't fuck with y'all type of kind
  I done seen all y’all dickride
  Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
  And I swear to God, I don't get tired
  From the trenches, now I'm goin'
  Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch
  [Outro: Drake, 
  Lil Juice
   & 
  Gunna
  ]
  (
  Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
  )
  Tay Keith, this too hard
  Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy
  (Run that back, Turbo)
  You seen the overseas drip?