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conversations.value: Write me a song called YSIV with the following description: The title track to Logic’s fourth studio album shares some recurring samples with its predecessors, “Young Sinatra II” and “Young Sinatra III,” most notably Nas‘ 1994 track “Life’s a Bitch” and Miilkbone’s 1995 track “Keep it Real.”
  The first verse incorporates a slightly altered and more precise version of “YSIV Freestyle,” which Logic initially used to announce the album and its release date.
  Following Mac Miller’s unfortunate passing on September 7, 2018, Logic added a brief intro and an extended outro dedicated to Miller. In the outro, he revealed that Mac inspired him to “start doing this Young Sinatra shit.”
  
  Logic’s second verse on the 2015 song “Innermission” was originally deemed “Young Sinatra IV” by Logic himself, but there was never an official release of this verse separate from the original song. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  It's that Young Sinatra IV shit right here
  (Rest in peace Mac Miller)
  It's been like 10 years
  Here we go (Yeah)
  [Verse 1]
  Visualizin' and realizin' my life is fuckin' crazy
  Poppin' like JAY-Z
  , 
  Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
  I'm one of the illest and bitch
  I've been ready to kill it, it's so amazing
  Bitch, I've been blazin', I'm talkin' grass, I ain't talkin' grazing
  They just hit the tape while I sip scotch
  Let the haters kick rocks
  , my shit is tip-top
  I never flip-flop, why? 'Cause my soul too strong
  Did this all on my own, 'cause waiting took too long
  The flow sophisticated
  All these youngins do is whine like they inebriated
  I'm hated, but yeah, that's how you know I made it
  I'm one of the illest, I'm one of the realest, I'm ready to kill this
  The people, they feel us, me and my team made millions
  But you know we still us
  That's why they wanna kill us, that's why they wanna kill us
  RattPack, real all the time, we never phony
  I'm single-handedly running the game like a Sony
  While the rest of these rappers is acting
  Pass 'em the Tony, pass 'em the Oscar
  From the new school rappers, yeah I'm the illest on the roster
  Smoke like a rasta
  Black and white like Bob Marley, yeah, like Bob Marley
  These racist motherfuckers hate that last line
  Probably haters on the internet ain't got nothing to bargain
  Said I'd never make it, bitch, I just sold out the Garden [Chorus: AZ & 
  Logic
  ]
  Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
  'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
  Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
  'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
  Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
  'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
  Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we 
  sip scotch
  Like Sinatra, screamin', "Motherfuck the cops"
  [Verse 2]
  They say they want the old Logic, the one that flow like a faucet I'm still the same me, they just don't believe it like they agnostic
  If I spit over the boom-bap, then they perceive it as nostalgic
  But the truth is, my subject matter has been the same
  And my production selection is still flame
  But they love you on the come up 'cause you ain't tainted by fame And you still they little secret
  That's the type of bullshit that they frequent
  From 19, to 2019, been murderin' this shit for a decade
  From the boom-bap to the trap, I let my shits cascade (Listen, yeah, yeah)
  So what's the dealy? Pass the Phillie, get silly, that's on the really
  We snappin' like Uma Thurman in Kill Bill, I'm talkin' achilles
  Try to play me like I ain't me, but I provided all the deets'
  Who you know worth 50 million, still rappin on break beats?
  From Nasty Nas, Big-L, Tribe, The Roots, and many more
  Of course we could never forget Biggie and young Shakur
  Fuck the police, no we ain't fuckin' with Al Pastor
  I'm the bastard that mastered the flow, I said it once before fa' sho'
  While 6ix produce the kicks from the soul, you already know
  Fuck these youngins talking outta they ass with no class
  I'm here to school 'em
  This that real shit, I'm never foolin'
  I'm killin' these squares, we call it a massacre
  I got the bread, but these fuckers need the dough like a baker
  The legends above me love me like the RZA, like Nas, like Jay
   'Cause I mastered the flow from back in the day
  Respected by my peers from Drizzy to Cole to Kenny
  Thank you for the love and inspiration plenty
  Yeah, I'm loved by many, and only hated by a little [Verse 3]
  Now I think it's time to switch to lyricism, peep the riddle
  I was born in mint condition
  , I'm everybody's life's mission
  All right, listen, put me 'round your neck and I might glisten
  The ultimate connect, I'll get you anything you need
  From good credit to good weed
  I can make any woman succeed
  Control you with a heart of greed
  Along with anybody that's in need, I'll make 'em beg and plead
  I'm in the pocket of mafia crime lords and presidents
  Without me, they'll evict you from your residence
  Hov wrote about me on "Dead Presidents," never irrelevant
  Not a soul on earth would love me if I weren't me
  No matter what year I'm in, I'm current, see?
  People that have me, yeah, they power's so immense
  But people without me, make no sense, god damn
  Yeah, the world revolve around me, the law evolve around me
  The shit people do to get a piece of me astound me
  Blood stains my face when drug deals go wrong
  I'm given to the greatest athletes when they go long
  You could put me in check
  But I'm still laughing all the way to the bank
  I'm the reason that the Titanic sank
  I'm always there for you, yeah, when it comes down to the wire
   And some people even tuck me away 'til they retire
  I usually come around on the first and fifteenth
  If you owe me to somebody then they'll leave you beneath
  People go crazy when they feel me
  In the Middle East they drill me
  If you let your guard down, then some people'll steal me
  I knew these two dudes that's always been homies since fifth grade
  Always schemin' on the block, selling crack to get paid
  Now they never graduated, thought that shit a charade
  Only thing on they mind that wasn't me was get laid
  Then one day, they had a falling out on the block
  See, one thought the other one had been stealing his rock
  'Cause he coulda sworn he had more weight in his stock
  Pulled out the Glock and his homie yelled, "Stop!"
  But before he had the chance to pull the trigger
  Oh shit here come the cops
  They saw the gun and blew them both away
  Now there's two more kids dead in the street all before twenty Over me, the most important thing to man: money [Chorus: AZ & 
  Logic
  ]
  Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
  'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
  Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
  'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
  Life's a bitch and then you die, that's why we get high
  'Cause you never know when you're gonna go
  Life's a bitch and then you die, th
  at's why we sip scotch
  Like Sinatra, screamin', "Motherfuck the cops"
  [Break]
  We just some motherfuckin' kids
  We just some motherfuckin' kids
  [Outro]
  We love and m -iss you, Mac
  For those of y'all who don't know man, Mac is the whole reason that I started doing this Young Sinatra shit. I remember I loved Lord Finesse, all the shit he did with DITC, Diggin in the Crates. "Hip to the Game", one of like—one of the illest beats ever and I remember when Mac flipped that shit for Kool-Aid and Frozen Pizza—I thought it was the dopest shit man. Mac showed me that I could just do it all on my own—me and all my boys, all my homies— and if it wasn't for him killing that beat I would have never got on that beat for my very first mixtape 
  Young Broke and Infamous
  . Damn... that's like 2010. And I titled the track "Young Sinatra." And that was the birth of all this shit. So, thank you, I appreciate you, love you and miss you, yeah
  Yeah, we just some motherfuckin' kids