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conversations.value: Write me a song called Highway To Hell with the following description: “Highway To Hell” is a TDE team up between Jay Rock, ScHoolboy Q, and Kendrick Lamar. On the track, the artists discuss their sinful lifestyles and their accelerated path to death, which stems from their gang involvement and relationship with illicit substances. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  Reporting live from where reporters die
  Newscasters coming too early witnessing homocides
  Pearly gates forming in the sky as we wait for your suit and tie
  I tailor-made it for you then told Khalifa he loves you
  I'm really stuck on this bumpy ride
  Highway to hell 'less I flip through a demon's TV-guide
  An angel said he seen me fry
  Ducking bullets
  I promise I couldn't stop the work my niggas have put in
  Your brains is banana pudding
  I'm looking for trouble, looking for hustle
  I'm a grinder, choppas in the path finder
  I ain't no killa, I ain't no drug dealer
  I'm a real nigga with real emotions that stand behind a
  Brick wall, you knock it down then I'm forced to align ya
  With the stars of Venus and Jupiter
  You ain't ain't gangsta, you fooling us
  The government don't know what to do with us
  Internal affairs investigate while LAPD speculate
  Crooked cops on my bumper dumping 'til I'm first 48
  I can smell a snake a mile away because they reek hate
  But any anaconda can die on a weekday
  Wikipedia speeding up my career like I've been here
  And I don't fuck with these fuck rappers cause they been weird
  Been on my dick, get addicted to dying quick
  Grab a dictionary, my styles vary, my words flip
  Grab a cemetery and jump in it you jive turkey
  Watching me through goggles, I throw hollows at James Worthy
  Spin your head like an owl, I'm wild, I drive Fergies
  That's that white thing, let my nuts & Mic hang
  No one ever knows the drama that I might bring
  Chilling with the drama king, but this ain't Broadway, mane
  Armed forces, more fortune, alarm Porsches
  Bitch gorgeous, bomb head like Civil War and
  Y'all snorin', we tourin' and bottle pourin'
  Model scorin', cheat the game with fair warnings [Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
  Living filthy to get it, fuck writing lyrics
  High status in traffic
  Bad energy, getting static
  Day and night like Gladys, Kid Cudi
  Man on the moon,
   feeling managed like (Drama king) fuck a planet
  Go'n with it, ashing ashes on critics
  Twenty racks then we split it up, feeling like a million bucks
  Bust hoes, run into sluts, keep it G, that shit a must
  Creeping in that Honda Civ', ain't mine, it ain't his
  Written down, spare the kids, back to the crib ya handle biz
  Lunchables and sandwiches, dude dog be mad as shit
  Visualize the shit I kick, never heard of witnesses
  Better make sure I'm innocent, 18 shots at 3 niggas
  6 a piece, hell of a life, done for the night, throw up they Nikes
  ? precise, for the cheese they call us mice, no rats
  Everywhere is a trap, talking 'bout that white girl
  Feeling good to be black, ya whole hood I seize that
  Breaking down the (?), fuck all that feedback
  Gone by the morning, I landed soon as you yawning
  Feeling like I'm Conan, here to fuck up your whole program
  Who can fuck with us, no man, Hiiipower slow dance
  Kick a funky toe jam, gold rapper, that's trojan
  Slinging rock erosion, and yo bitch be open
  Easily I be chosen, comparing me I'm like who them
  Back to back tracks, running laps
  With dictionary words on top of verbs to prove that they wack
  Pressing weight to the max
  Hurt your man like swinging ax, release it let 'em chat
  Man amongst boys but these toys aren't his racks
  Itunes that shittin stacks, shitting stacks while writing raps, rap!
  Looking humble, let them react
  Too many bars, not tit for tat, super hits like having bats
  Swinging for the fences, in the trenches making a difference
  Driven like a engine, directing me through my fucking mission [Verse 3: Jay Rock]
  West coast, east side, my stomping ground, come around
  Get your ass flatlined from niggas of that cracklines
  Welcome to this wildlife, steady living a wild life
  Trying to beat all competitors and predators, they proud knights
  Nightfall; lay low. Sunrise; so live
  Better watch your front-end, your back better have four eyes
  So high: satellite, smoking on that bomb, nigga
  Dynamite, you acting like a pussy, you no friend of mines
  Better yet, fuck friends, surrounded by my real niggas
  They cock back, they see caps, they peal quicker, real killers
  Real business, it's never personal, Jack, remember that
  Fuck up my money then I'mma fuck over your universe
  I'm shooting first, never last, gotta stay sharp like shattered glass
  In a fast lane with a bad dame, man, this bitch from Trinidad
  Fuck her hard, then send her home, it's time to start my routine
  In the streets, with the heat, 
  you don't rhyme, you don't eat
  Pockets fat like obese, it's hard to be so lowkey
  Niggas acting like they know me, fuck around and be the police
  Trust no nigga nor a bitch
  Nigga, I'm so OG like 8 tracks and tape decks
  25, but I'm straight fed
  Got a old soul, I'm so throwed, so raw with this rap thing
  Kay Slay, go tell 'em dawg, niggas know I'm crack, mane
  Kill 'em with my flow, everytime it's a deathblow
  You fuck rappers stay on your toe, we sharks in the water
  Get that ass ate up, straight up, the worlds ours
  Top Dawg ENT, HiiiPower
  We buy flowers then we send 'em to your studio
  Cause everytime we in that bitch, homie, it's a funeral
  I have to slow it down so you can hear me close
  Yeah, I'm nice with the bars
  Late night sliding pipe in your broad
  Her pussy tighter than them skinnies on the jerk dancers
  Send her back with no panties
  Jay motherfucking Rock