conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Gossip with the following description: Track from Wayne’s 2007 EP The Leak.
  Weezy premiered this song live at the 2007 BET Hip-Hop Awards.
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y5wXu27kB8U Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  I hate gossip
  And I don't walk around looking for it, you know?
  But, yesterday it seemed to just
  Wander around 'til it found me
  You know like, the gossip found me
  Then why don't try provin' it?
  How? You don't know how to prove it?
  Well, what you just do is, stop
  (Streetrunner)
  [Verse 1]
  Stop hatin' on a nigga
  That is a weak emotion, the lady of a nigga
  And you can get tipped like you're waitin' on a nigga
  Put a body bag and a apron on a nigga
  I give my all behind the mic
  But you can never see if you sit behind the light
  And you don't have to pick me to win the title fight
  But I'mma wear that championship belt so tight
  And if I'm wrong, there is no right
  And if I'm wrong, there is Snow White
  I'm tryna be polite
  But you bitches in my hair like the fuckin' po-lice
  And my flow is rare, these other rappers nice
  These other rappers bark, some of 'em even bite
  But I'm much more bright, I give the game sight
  So before you dim the light, you just might, might wanna [Refrain]
  Think it over
  Ooooh, think it over
  Think it over, baby baby (Get 'em)
  [Verse 2]
  Stop! Analyzing, criticizing
  You should realize what I am and start epitomizing
  Legitimate, I got the heart of the biggest lion
  I'm confident, like fuck 'em all, pull out my dick and ride it
  My flow sick, so sick, it's like my shit is dying
  It rains a lot in my city because my city's crying
  Because my city's dying
  Still I emerge from all of that, I am a living pion–eer, near Zion
  Fear God, not them, 
  steer my robin coupe
  Through the streets of the Boot
  , 
  and soo-woo!
  And then I leak blood in the booth, I leave a bloodbath
  Sorry, there's a tub in the booth, now where the drugs at?
  I'm twisted like the strings on a shoe, no, nigga, fuck that
  I'm twisted like the strings on a boot, now where New Orleans at?
  I feel hip-hop stole me like a bus pass
  So in your possession, I-I-I must ask
  [Refrain]
  Hey, haven't I been good to you?
  (Think it over) Tell me, haven't I been sweet to you? [Verse 3]
  Drag my name through the mud, I come out clean
  Cast away stones, I won't even blink
  A gun is not a math problem, I won't even think
  Just leave you dead like the mink under my sink
  Don't believe in me, don't believe me
  I graduated from hungry and made it to greedy
  My flow is like pasta, take it and eat it
  But I'm gon' need cheese if I'm baking a ziti
  You niggas want beef, I want a steak
  , 
  and, uh, we be
  Lost in Amsterdam or Jamaica where weed be
  Hardbody nigga just takin' it easy
  All about my paper, 'bout my paper like E-Z
  Wider wrappers, why do rappers lie to fans, lie to rappers?
  Lot of rappers lie like actors
  , cut the motherfuckin' cameras
  Cut the check, nigga, fuck your props
  And make it out to "Mr. Hip-Hop"
  [Outro]
  I'm not dead, I'm alive