conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 30 for 30 Freestyle with the following description: This is the only Drake solo track on What a Time to Be Alive, and sports some of the album’s most quotable lines. Over a beat by Noah “40” Shebib that Spin called “one of the most gorgeous 40 productions yet, a pitched-down, flanged sample breathing to life on top of 40’s trademark piano twinkles and crisp thump,” Drake aims to silence his critics:
  What happened to the things you niggas said was supposed to happen? / Are we just supposed to ignore the fact that it never happened?
  He makes particular reference to a recent beef with Meek Mill, which started when Meek accused him of not writing his own lyrics. The Toronto superstar got the better of Meek on “Charged Up” and “Back to Back”, and here he keeps firing.
  The track is named for the critically acclaimed 30 for 30 series of sports documentaries produced by ESPN. In his closing remarks, Drake alludes to Colombian drug lord Pablo Escobar, who received his own 30 for 30, The Two Escobars.
  Drake’s “Closer to My Dreams” from 2007’s Comeback Season is sampled. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah
  [Verse]
  Never thought I'd be talkin' from this perspective
  But I'm not really sure what else you expected
  When the higher-ups have all come together as a collective
  With conspiracies to end my run and send me a message
  40, did you get the message?
  'Cause I just checked my phone and I didn't get it
  I mean, I'll say hats off for a solid effort
  But we didn't flinch for a second, we got our shit together (
  6
  )
  Yeah, not here to fight wars
  But niggas wanna talk high scores
  PARTY just dipped off in a white Porsche
  And I just came from dinner where I ate some well-done seared scallops that were to die for
  But I got bigger fish to fry
  I'm talkin' bigger shit than you and I
  Kids are losin' lives, got me scared of losin' mine
  And if I hold my tongue about it, I get crucified
  Wrote this shit on a bumpy flight on a summer night
  Flyin' over Chattanooga, out here tryna spread the movement
  I just got me the Mercedes Pullman
  You niggas never heard of it, you gotta hit up Google, yeah
  Back in the city, shit is gettin' brutal
  These kids'll hit your noodle, then take a girl to the movies
  They been droppin' out on both sides
  We ain't in it, we just ghostride
  The pen is workin' if you niggas need some ghost lines
  I thought you wanted yours like I want mine
  I guess you just makin' moves on your own time
  But just know it'll be January in no time
  And your absence is very concernin'
  It's like you went on vacation with no plan of returnin'
  Shit is purely for sport, I need a 
  30 for 30
  Banners are ready case we need to retire your jersey, yeah
  I got a club in the Raptors arena
  Championship celebrations durin' regular season
  Paternity testin' for women that I never slept with
  I'm legally obligated if they request it
  So much legal action like I'm Michael Jackson
  Luckily, I'm great at avoidin' distraction
  Used to give no reaction, now I'm overreacting
  Aw, nigga, that shit gotta go platinum
  I just listened to "Closer to My Dreams"
  Wide-eyed and uneducated at nineteen
  I can't rap like that, all young and naïve
  Not after all the shit I seen and the things I believe
  Drastically changin', thank you for all your patience
  I'm just in a different space and I choose to embrace it
  Four thousand square feet just isn't as spacious
  You loved me back in the basement, guess it is what we make it
  I'm tired of awkward exchanges and niggas' crooked ways
  Tired of champagne toasts with people that look away
  Peyton and Eli when niggas called me they brother
  The season start and I don't wanna see you end up with nothin'
  Y'all throw the word "family" around too much in discussion
  Rookie season, I would've never thought this was comin'
  They knees give out and they passin' to you all of the sudden
  Now you the one gettin' buckets
  They put they arm around you, now you becomin' the crutches
  Kids got on your number 'cause you the one they look up to
  And women that you seen on TV look better in person
  And either they wanna fuck you
  Or convince you that they care and see where it goes from there, but
  These ain't the girls from Brampton, this ain't that local action
  The hate is just bringin' me and my people closer, actually
  What happened to the things you niggas said was supposed to happen?
  Are we just supposed to ignore the fact that it never happened?
  We just supposed to get the pie, then split it in two?
  Supposed to forget your mistakes, but not forget about you?
  My plan was always to make the product jump off the shelf
  And treat the money like secrets, keep the shit to ourself
  Papi champú, young Pablito de seis dios
  6 G-O-D, I think I
  Was destined for this shit when I was 'round Keyshia Cole and T.I
  .
  And Young Dro was poppin' off with "Ain't I"
  Way before niggas had they hands out like they doin' macarena
  But, who am I to complain now? I'm still around, they know
  Yeah