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conversations.value: Write me a song called 4th Quarter with the following description: One of the four new songs released by Big Sean through his website uknowbigsean.com, the release comes after announcing that he is now signed to Jay Z’s Roc Nation management.
  The song’s a follow-up to 1st Quarter, which came out in early 2014. (What happened to the second and third?) Produced by Key Wane, again Sean delivers about his life, and includes hot topics, like his ex, Ye, and the celebrity nudes.
  https://twitter.com/rocnation/status/510242760545161216 Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  I look up
  Straight up
  I gave 'em time, time
  Time
  [Verse 1]
  Now it's back to me nigga
  I took my clique turned it to faculty nigga
  Took my operation to factory nigga
  When I'm in the zone they won't tackle me nigga
  I touched down in the city,
   a fuckin' walkin' target
  Still man all my bitches miss me, yeah they miss me but not misses
  If you ask me what my interest, all my interest involve interest
  It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off but you can't cut my percentage (No no)
  With the bases loaded all we need's a hit, boy I'ma still swing for the fences (Gone)
  I guess you tend to over do it when you come up underprivileged, look
  I came to my senses, I can never count on people
  I can't even trust the senses in this world full of venom
  All I need's my spider senses,
   
  my short temper to cool out
  Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
  My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson
  Tell me who gon' be set for life, Myra and her son, fo' sure
  One time for the fam, they don't eat, I don't eat
  I can't rest on my feet till they all on they feet
  They say rest your eyes, I'm just like why?
  Bitch I ain't never seen Ben Frank asleep
  But I do need that paper like sheet after sheet
  I got so much drive ho, look both ways in the streets
  When I heard 'bout all these singers and all they naked pictures I'm like "Did my email just leak?"
  [Interlude]
  Hol' up
  Lemme check, oh nah nah nah
  They fake, we good, we good
  [Verse 2]
  The stock goin' up, makin' all the right moves
  Boy you would have thought I got tipped off (Tipped off)
  You would have thought these niggas fell off a skateboard
  The way they take these hoes and trick off (Trick off)
  I got a rich girl, I swear to god dawg, man she's like a walkin' ATM
  Except she ain't come in with drawls
  I know you've been having G.O.O.D. Music withdrawls
  I can not deal with the fuckery that fake shit you be in
  All that bullshit that you rappin' honestly just makes me cringe
  Money doesn't grow on trees, okay someone explain to me
  Then how the hell does my whole team just keep on rakin' it all in, hah?
  We stressed on, we pressed on
  Met with Hov and Bey they told us we next on
  We dream that, been slept on, we kept on, we left home
  Mama earlobes is VS stone
  Her earrings so big she can't even fuckin' hear nothing nigga
  Don't give a fuck, no I can't spare one nigga
  No I do not have five wheels, I can't spare one nigga
  Talkin' like I'm on the last cigarette because I had to take it back to square one nigga
  Sometimes to win the war man you got to lose a battle
  But if I lose a girl just know my next one gonna be badder
  When I pulled up to the church, ooo, they thought it was the pastor
  Heaven sent, raisin' hell, same time, what that's the rapture?
  Didn't go to class for a second I swear I woulda failed everything
  My passport was the only thing I'm passin', flyin' overseas turnin'
   
  dreams into habits
  Turnin' coach to first classes, mom I'm never movin' back
  And I put six years in the flow, okay, no wonder it got mastered
  The flow need a dam, why it's doin' too much damage
  God damn it's good to get it, even better with ya niggas
  Call up my dog who been in and out depression
  Said boy how you living, don't lie to me 'bout your feelings
  On the outside you look fine but on the inside could be killin'
  You act like a comedian but now you're Robin Williams
  And now we cryin' rivers that nobody wants to swim in
  When one phone call coulda been the one to prevent it
  So I'm there for my dogs till we forever on
  Till we hit the dealership and cop the Megazord
  Nigga that's the red range, white range, black range, green range, pink range
  Yellow range, blue range, every neck comes with a few chains
   (Ohh shit)
  I learned that every bad bitch comes with mood swings
  Just like Mortal Kombat, Liu Kang, so true man
  G-5 down to Mexico, G.O.O.D. Music familiar man
  We back at it to let you know, I figure it's best you know
  In the middle of recordin' we got caught up in the news
  About what happened in St. Louis
  We midwest kids that shit coulda happened to us
  I looked up the flight tonight
  Then I realized man I got a grandma now that's half alive
  And honestly what happened in St. Louis probably happened in Detroit like twenty times
  I hope we finally see the signs
  Puttin' gas off in my Benzo, I ran into a youngin'
  The same age as me except he in the trash huntin'
  Asked me for some change I gave him like one somethin'
  Man to keep that shit a hunnid I wish I woulda gave a hunnid
  Cause if you ask me how I'm doin', shit you could do the math
  I just bought a five bedroom, four bath
  Three story, two car garage, I'm one man
  I just did it for my mom, finna do it for my dad
  And I ain't even sell my soul, imagine what I coulda got for that
  I made something out of nothing, it's like I pulled it out a hat
  Man when I'm done they gonna statue me
  , 
  I turned my clique faculty
  Operations to factory
  , in my zone they won't tackle me
  Touched down in the city, the fuckin' walkin' target
  Still all my bitches miss me,  yeah they miss me but not misses
  If you ask me what's my interest, all my interest involve interest
  Nigga
  Straight up