conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Uptown with the following description: This is off his mixtape So Far Gone.
  “Uptown Girl” by Billy Joel is sampled in the background of the hook (presumably explaining the song’s title). Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  Yeah
  Uh-huh
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  Uh, hardly home but always reppin'
  You hardly on and always second
  When I'm awake, you always restin'
  And when they call you the answer, you are hardly questioned
  I, I'm doin' classic shit in all my sessions
  Other niggas' situations, they are all depressin'
  That's why I never follow y'all suggestions
  I just always did my own thing
  Now I run the game, you stupid motha-suckas
  I see all this money through my Ohio State Buckeyes
  Shit been goin' good, but good can turn to better
  'Cause you the type to lose her, and I'm about to get her
  [Chorus: Drake]
  It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
  It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
  That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
  I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
  It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
  It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
  I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
  I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on [Verse 2: Drake]
  Yeah, wrong way down a one-way
  Women don't get saved 'round me, even on a Sunday
  Damn, where I get it from? These niggas always wonder who
  Then they meet my pop and tell him, "Drake is just a younger you"
  And shawty wanna party, so don't let yo' girl up out the house
  Or there'll be shots on TMZ of me givin' her mouth-to-mouth
  Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her
  I drive two black cars, I named 'em Malcolm X and Martin Luther
  I don't ever play, but I'm in the game lady
  They just lose to love, those are tennis games, lady
  Have you countin' money, goin' duffle bag crazy
  Sippin' on Pink Floyd and puffin' Wayne Brady
  Damn, whose line is it anyways?
  I'm in a daze, you been amazed
  Y'all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage
  I'm on fire, yup, I've been ablaze
  I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, you look nice
  And yo' frame makes me wanna bowl a strike, well alright
  Guess I might, know what? Fuck it, yes I will
  I am more than what you bargained for and nothin' less than real
  Put it to your life
  [Chorus: Drake]
  It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
  It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
  That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
  I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
  It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
  It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
  I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
  I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on [Verse 3: Bun B]
  Bun B, king of the trill, also one of the dopest
  Whether the streets or on the mic, I'm dope and yes I'm focused
  The gangsta recognize me for my 
  loc-ness
  , no joke, it's
  Time to shake these haters off like the skin of a locust
  Or maybe like a python, that's the type of shit I'm on
  I wrote this on my iPhone, so let me drop this iBomb
  I palm the game like it's a Spalding ball and take flight
  From the free-throw line and slam it down like I'm the great Mike
  Bun and Wayne and Drake in here, mane, this gon be a great night
  Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white
  Try to cross me over I just fake left, then I break right
  Stupid animal tricks like David Letterman's 
  Late Night
  This that major moment you've been waitin' on for too long
  The best that ever did it and doin' it on a new song
  UGK and Young Money, too strong
  Bound to be in the green like a crouton, so what the fuck is you on?
  [Chorus: Drake]
  It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
  It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
  That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
  I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
  It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
  It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
  I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
  I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on [Verse 4: Lil Wayne]
  I am the leather jacket, black glasses, All-American bad boy
  I own the swagger supermarket and you, you just a bag boy
  'Cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never had boy
  Hate and I will leave your chest the color of my flag, boy
  Soowoo, bitch, I do this shit
  , 
  I'll erase you like I drew you, bitch
  And I keep that toaster, you can come and be my strudel, bitch
  I'm so uptown
  And motherfucker if you ain't, don't go uptown, yeah
  And now I'm on that rock shit
  But why they let me in? I'm just gon' shoot 'em in the mosh pit
  Haha, fuck is you talkin' 'bout?
  Weezy in ya mouth, now, Weezy what you talkin' 'bout?
  Young Mula, baby
  [Chorus: Drake]
  It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
  It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell your friends
  That I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
  I'm on, I'm on, best believe I understand
  It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
  It's okay, it's okay, you can run and tell my city
  I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
  I'm on, come on, you can run and tell my city it's on