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conversations.value: Write me a song called The Return with the following description: “The Return,” the second single from Young Sinatra IV, can be seen as Logic’s official resurrection of his ‘Young Sinatra’ alter ego.
  The song includes his Sinatra tag, a chorus from his 2012 track “Dear God” and a whole slew of tidbits from his past to go along with the lyricism and flow that drew many knew fans Logic before his first album Under Pressure.
  Throughout the track Logic discusses his come up and rise to fame, along with taking shots at haters and Donald Trump. He concludes the track with a request to join forces with Jay-Z, one of his many heroes. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Satisfy
  Satisfy
  Yeah yeah, yeah
  Satisfy this hung-you
  Sinatra
  Big Pepe
  Satisfy
  Oh, you got the studio shoutout
  Satisfy
  You feelin' good about yourself right now, huh?
  Satisfy this hung-you
   (6ix)
  [Verse 1]
  Hold up let me get up in it now
  Bitch, I'm here to win it now
  L-O-G-I-C, I'm feeling free, I'm finna bring it now
  If you know the words, take a step back and sing it now
  Never thought I'd have to, but I keep the windows tinted now
  Like, la-di-da-di, who got the keys to my Audi?
  Last time I said, it went viral, I don't fuck with nobody
  And I don't fuck with you, you, them, her and him too
  'Cause don't none of y'all know a fucking thing 'bout what I been through
  And all that superficial shit you love I'm just not into
  And when it comes to gettin' deep in this rap shit I've been to
  Like the pussy, don't push me
  I ain't no killer, but you know the rest
  You think I caught the holy spirit how I'm feelin' blessed
  Ain't no contest at all this wack shit, it just ain't no test
  Step and get laid to rest, boy, step and get laid to rest
  It ain't no "S" on my chest but I'm still gunnin'
  While half of these motherfuckers still runnin'
  I've earned everything I've attained and they steal from him
  Like goddamn, I'm the motherfuckin' man
  Used to call you a hater, you a motherfuckin' stan
  Ain't nobody built himself a brand like me
  I ain't signed a shoe deal 'cause I'm waitin' for Nike
  To recognize all these youngins wanna be just like me
  Cut the check for twenty million right now and we might see
  Everybody rockin' my kicks, preachin' positivity
  I get up, I get up [Chorus]
  I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned
  When shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground
  I get up, I get up
  I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh
  I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned
  When shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground
  I get up, I get up
  I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh
  I get up
  [Verse 2]
  Never address me as "Robert" 'less it's 'bout that Dinero
  Far from a hero, I ain't never saved my hoes
  I'm not defined by these clothes, and zeros
  It don't matter if you got six dollars or six figures on the creep
  'Cause in the end we all six feet deep
  Meanwhile, I'll be immortalized on this 6ix beat
  Flashbacks of havin' visions way back in G'Burg
  Every single one of my homies and me work
  Cuttin' had to get up out it, make a hit, forget about it
  Youngin' wit' a dream but nobody gave a shit about it
  Ten years later, pick up a pen, write a hit about it
  And back then I thought I'd be defined by how good I rhyme
  Not like these rappers with shit flows, but look good online
  Not made to feel bad for speakin' bout this shit on my mind
  Or called a faggot, a nig
  ger, a cracker who wish he was blacker
  I wish I could face my homophobic, racist attacker
  And smack the shit outta they ass as peaceful as possible
  It's highly improbable, it's stoppable
  But still, way too many people feel how I feel
  That's on the real, on the real, on the motherfuckin' real [Chorus]
  I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned
  When shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground
  I get up, I get up
  I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh
  I get up, when I'm down, had enough, almost drowned
  When shit rough I get tough and when I'm beaten to the ground
  I get up, I get up
  I get up, uh, uh, I get up, uh, uh
  [Verse 3]
  Ayo motherfuck a Trump, said that shit on my last album but you wasn't tappin' in
  Fuck a mumble let's make America rap again
  Industry don't give a fuck about rap or what's happenin'
  Fuck a hypebeast, bitch, now who seein' me?
  Nobody reports the music, this shit, this rap TMZ
  Nowadays everyone divided, so I collided with headlines
  Preach that, go 'head boy now preach that
  Wash my hands of this negativity, word to Three Stacks
  So fresh, so clean, who the illest on the scene?
  Wu-Tang, get the cream
  , Sinatra gon' reign supreme
  Open your mental, get out your feelin's like dental
  This shit is consequential, lightin' a fire to the game
  Can you rappers feel the flame? Nah, this shit won't be the same
  Fuck a rap beef, I promise I want all of y'all to prosper
  But deep down you know it's only gon' be one Mufasa
  I'm the king, fuck the bling, but just might make you kiss the ring
  All these rappers I came up on, I surpassed, I know it sting now
  Don't try to twist my words and turn that into some shit
  I love all you motherfuckers, just want to hear you spit
  Dropped my last shit, the whole wide world applauded it
  Game still ain't give me my credits, so I'ma audit it
  I'm heartless like Kanye in '08
  Yeah, that's word to NO I.D, now they all know who I be
  I'm callin' out Jay-Z to jump up on the track with me and smack the whole industry
  Show 'em what that real rap do
  The ball's in your court, Hov, I hope to hear from Guru, woo!