conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Surround Sound (Demo) with the following description: This is the initial leaked version of “Surround Sound” by J.I.D, 21 Savage, and Baby Tate.
  In this version, there is a first part that was removed from the single version.
  This version’s second part contains all of the major aspects of the official version’s first part. However, there are two major differences. The Aretha Franklin sample is used as the chorus here, and Baby Tate’s bridge appears before Savage’s verse.
  Lastly, this version cuts off during the intro of what turned out to be the final part of the official version.
  It seems that the song was originally intended to be three parts; this extended version could appear on The Forever Story. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Part I
  [Intro: JID]
  Okay, been a long day, put the smoke in my face
  Bend it over baby, stroking away
  Give me your legs, your ocean, got my face in the pool
  Okay, niggas don't play when it come to the pay
  Dumping broad day, maybe someone should pray
  You been away too long, nothing change in the hood
  So you say, rain, rain, come and go today, novocaine
  Numb the pain, roll a J, told her throw away, all the homies say, "Okay" ("Okay")
  [Verse: JID]
  Yeah, uh, alright, I took a little break to light the joint before the show start
  I know you can't relate, but if you can, this feel like your start
  Same lil niggas scraping up some change just to ask a stranger, cop the swisher wraps (Ayy, say, Unc...)
  Or a pack of papers undеrage teenage niggas living without a wage
  Wagе wars through the fourth ward
  Flipping through the pages full of rage, how they came and snatch the land, and the acres
  Did a rebrand sell it back to the people with some paper
  I just came back, stateside, 150 days, University Ave
  Lil niggas with water cases at my window
  Tryna sell a bottle sayin', "Big bro, fuck with me, I ain't out here selling drawers tryna kick doors"
  So it seemed he reaped the benefits, coming tenfold
  I go to call the high around the corner for your info ("I need this shit, bruh")
  Last time a rover, but this time you in the Benzo
  I know you got it, I'm tryna get it and be legit, though
  It's hard for a nigga, bro Part II
  [Intro: Aretha Franklin]
  I know I can't afford to stop for one moment
  That it's too soon, too far-
  [Chorus: JID]
  Push the fuckin pack off on the porch or break a pound down
  Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
  Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
  Puttin rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin crowns
  [Verse 1: JID]
  I done came back around like a nigga sellin crack in pounds
  I got a bag now but it's nothing to brag 'bout
  Gun blast in the background, I'm a black man with the blood hounds
  Mac 10 making love sounds to a bad chick, she from uptown
  I'm from down south, not a loud mouth, we could fuck around
  Hit the music, baby, cut it down
  Hit a doobie while you do me indubitably, I feel like imma buss now
  I feel like a buss down when I shine bright, blind niggas is up now
  In the cut, Big Black Truck, pack sacked up, you can pick it up now
  Nigga, fuck it, okay
  [Chorus: JID]
  Push the fuckin pack off on the porch or break a pound down
  Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
  Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
  Puttin rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin crowns [Bridge: Baby Tate]
  I put the pussycat in his face 'cause he stay Cheshire Bridge
  Then I took it back, now he say that he shaking and he shivering
  Like the way it taste and he ain't ate it in a minute
  They call me Yung Baby, but I still got hella-
  [Verse 2: 21 Savage]
  Me and my money attached emotionally
  I get to clutchin if you get too close to me
  I'm at the top where I'm 'posed to be
  Jumped in the game, niggas act like they coaching me
  400 racks ain't shit but a show to me
  I'm on the road and I bet that yo hoe with me
  When I'm in traffic it's always a pole wit me
  Pillsbury man, I keep dough with me
  Hit from the back, she giving me slurp, and I ain't even pull my pants down
  Jump in the box and slide to the other side, it's always a man down
  Draw down, hands in the air, nigga make one move, get gunned down
  Giving out smoke so long they don't even wanna talk no more, it just run now
  No locked doors, I serve with a chop
  Bitch got spent, she was hanging with an opp
  We call him Mickey, he talk to the cops
  I was Pinedale glass and a sock
  Back in the day, I invest in the block
  Fast forward, now I'm investing in stocks
  I put a drum on a Heckler & Koch
  Don't play 'cause I'm very invested in shots [Chorus: JID]
  Push the fuckin pack off on the porch or break a pound down
  Get this strap if it happen to blow, it make surround sounds
  Pussycat on my lap, push it back and go to town down
  Puttin rap on my back and I'm black and snatchin crowns
  [Outro]
  [...]
  Oh shit, run that motherfucking crown
  You bitch, you motherfucking bitch