conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Lay Down with the following description: This track is off of “Second Round’s On Me”.  It wasn’t much of a highlight track, a lot of critics thought it was unnecessary filler, and I don’t think it has a ton of depth but I am just a big fan of his multi-syllabic rhymes he uses here. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Here we go
  Yeah, yeah
  [Verse 1]
  You could get popped, it's a possibility up in my vicinity
  Poppin' off with that hostile energy
  In a hospital with a doctor getting in
  When adrenaline is mixed with an obnoxious temperament
  Honestly I got a monster pistol gripped
  And I commence to spit, none of y'all exempt from it
  Spit, spit, passes from it
  You get stiff from it, church man see your box plummet
  And I will never let 'em give it to me
  I gotta live to be one hundred and three
  Gotta reach my epitome
  Wanna seize my enemy
  And receive my penalty nigga
  [Hook]
  Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
  I'm a man, man
  I ain't runnin', I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
  I got plans and a place to be
  Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
  I'm a man, man
  I ain't runnin', I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
  I got plans and a place to be
  Lay down [Verse 2]
  Ain't tryna be cocky with it
  But I'm the nigga from the block that did it
  Got an honest livin', I ain't tryna see the box in prison
  Getting knocked outta my position
  Now I got a pot to piss in
  Pissed off motherfuckers' mouth off bitchin'
  Probably cause he lack ambition, so his wack decisions
  Get mad at the nigga that's getting 'em
  That's when he see the next nigga that's hittin him
  With a vigorous pistol over this ridiculous issue
  Dismiss you, in attempt to
  Take me out my motherfuckin' tempo, nigga
  [Hook]
  Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
  I'm a man, man
  I ain't runnin', I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
  I got plans and a place to be
  Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
  I'm a man, man
  I ain't runnin', I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
  I got plans and a place to be
  [Verse 3]
  Niggas get nauseated, a artist made it
  Had it hard against odds and emancipated
  To the floor I spit, 'cause, goddamn they hate it
  To see the lady they dated caterin' to the latest
  Shadiest artist
  , up in my radius
  Get faded with a plated revolver
  Rated me R, haters get faded with horror
  Erased, no fate for tomorrow
  All 'cause he think he hard tough
  Got a car 'cause, he was runnin' at the mouth, hush
  I will never let 'em give it to me
  I gotta live to be one hundred and three
  Gotta reach my epitome, or decease my enemy
  And receive my penalty, that'll be the end of he
  Tryna seize my entities, finna be the end of his identity
  When I tell him to [Hook]
  Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
  I'm a man, man
  I ain't runnin', I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
  I got plans and a place to be
  Lay down, lay down (Oh yeah, oh yeah)
  I'm a man, man
  I ain't runnin', I'mma stand with my gun in my hand
  I got plans and a place to be
  [Outro]
  Lay down, lay down, lay down (Lay down)
  (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)
  Yeaaah
  (Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)