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conversations.value: Write me a song called Trenches with the following description: “Trenches” marks the first collaboration between two of Detroit’s biggest rappers, Tee Grizzley and Big Sean. The track is the 3rd track off of Grizzley’s 5th album, The Smartest, and was produced by renowed producer and frequent Big Sean collaborator, Hit-Boy.
  Over a hard, distorted, piano beat, Big Sean and Tee  rap about their own origin stories in Detroit. Sean talks about his crew and what he brings to the table, while Tee talks about how he came up from nothing, how he has to keep real people by him, and about what he wants to achieve. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Big Sean]
  Niggas prayin' on my downfall (Straight up)
  These niggas prayin' on my downfall
  Straight up from the bleachers, but I'm a different creature
  I bring shit to the table, I ain't fuckin' with no leechers (No)
  Dope dick, oh shit, I gave my bitch a seizure (Damn)
  Knew somethin' was weird when stepbro had a kitchen full of beakers
  And he ain't no chem teacher (Yeah)
  I looked up to that nigga, then I looked up to the preacher, that's why a nigga be preachin' (Preachin')
  I can't fuck with people who ain't passionate, I'm adamant
  If it's my plan, it's elaborate
  Dropped out of State, but a nigga still done mastered it
  If it's my shit, I'm smashin' it (Woah)
  Your shit, I'm snatchin' it (Woah)
  Holy Jesus, Lazarus
  AI braids, so don't be talkin' 'bout no practice, bitch (Lil' bitch)
  I done been around actors and activists
  I can get money alone or collaborative
  I can take a pic with a bad bitch and afterwards she a badder bitch, that's facts
  [Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
  Yeah, I went to Cody and Dixon (Both)
  Three dollars to my name, got a juice and a McChicken (Starvin')
  Call in some Coney, it's gon' be done in twenty minutes
  Don't go up there without no strap, might have to bang it out with some niggas, wait, hold up
  Went on Google, when I looked up your lyrics, they ain't have no meaning in 'em
  Pourin' Actavis on my bullets, might have to lean a nigga
  Yeah, she bad, but I can't wife her if she been seen with niggas
  I'd rather stay broke and go chase with some greedy niggas
  Like Mike
   dropped, I'm like, "I wish I was Lil Bow Wow"
  Unc' like, "Never wish you was another nigga"
  It ain't fuck these niggas, but fuck these niggas
  Asked am I happy with this money? Bitch, I'm happy to be livin'
  I was makin' a sandwich, they started shootin' through the kitchen
  I got lower than a midget, bullets crashin' through them dishes
  Ayy, I'm really from them trenches (Really)
  Nigga sneak diss me, then see me and ask for pictures
  Ayy, man, these niggas bitches
  If I don't do that real nigga shit, how they gon' see it?
  All these other rappers killers or drippin' like greasy pizza (Fake-ass niggas)
  All that shit smoke and mirrors, Arabic shisha (Yup)
  Start talkin' to moon, God made me a different creature, ah
  Remember when I almost gave up on this music shit? (I did)
  Highly favored, ayy, I really dodged a Boosie bid (I did, nigga)
  She see the Cuban, she gon' wanna get that coochie hit (Come here)
  My chain got more fuckin' colors than a Coogi fit
  Stay talkin' 'bout me, tell 'em tell you how I feel (Tell 'em)
  I thank God, he been workin' harder than the devil (Amen)
  I'm a black rich felon with some hit records
  Joy Road, what I been yellin', niggas been tellin' (Nigga)
  Care 'bout a lot, but I don't give a fuck 'bout what it cost (I don't)
  You ain't gotta pay for nothin', bitch, you with a boss (I got you)
  Just don't go over your budget, that's gon' piss me off
  They wanna know my cologne, can't let 'em get the sauce
  Love my hood, but you will never see me go there (Never)
  All that bein' a real nigga shit ain't get me nowhere (Nowhere)
  You love your hood? Nigga, fuck your hood
  See the world, go get a crib off the coast, live good
  My whole hood got extinct over petty beef
  Niggas I looked up to growing up, they deceased (Dead)
  Wish they could have been here, damn, how I get here?
  God saved me with the rap game, even though this shit weird (Shit weird)
  Me and Shine, we put on for the crib
  Call us DTE 'cause we cut on the lights around that bitch (Facts)
  Fat ugly nigga get 'em wet like Pretty Ricky (I do)
  She gon' throw it back for a Moncler and 50-50s
  On my mama, I was really in them trenches (In them trenches)
  They ain't men, niggas bitches
  On my mama, I was really in them trenches (In them trenches)
  Ayy, they ain't men, nigga bitches, you hear me?