conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Wall to Wall with the following description: Chef Rae & co. urge skepticism in the face of consumerist values put forth by the media. This song is full of good advice for young OG’s out there trying to escape the influence:
  
  You don’t need everything you want
  Don’t believe everything you read
  Don’t believe more than half what you see
  Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: French Montana]
  My nigga Raekwon talkin', uh-huh
  Everythin' you want you don't need
  And don't believe everythin' you read
  And only half what you see
  [Pre-Hook: French Montana]
  I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah
  Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah
  Only half what you see, yeah
  Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
  [Hook: French Montana]
  It's "Hello", oh, Lord
  When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
  Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
  Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war
  We goin' to war (wall to wall)
  My money's stacked up (wall to wall)
  My shows' packed up (wall to wall)
  Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)
  Got my money up, we goin' to war
  [Verse 1: French Montana]
  Clear view, dark tints, hustle by the park bench
  White top, blue tops, niggas I don't call friends
  'Til they called it love
  Called my niggas, grabbed their hammers
  'Bout to go to war
  Prices on your head, I'm a spend it
  Everythin' in that showroom, nigga, I was in it
  On my son, I was in it, I was in it
  Dirty money, ten chains, I be shinin' every minute
  I'm shinin' every minute
  Soft to the hard rock, Hard Rock Casino
  Me and shorty watchin' Nino in the hardtop
  I done counted ten mills when that ball dropped
  Me and Chinx poppin' bottles out in Far Rock [Pre-Hook: French Montana]
  I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah
  Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah
  Only half what you see, yeah
  Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
  [Hook: French Montana]
  It's "Hello", oh, Lord
  When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
  Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
  Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war
  We goin' to war (wall to wall)
  My money's stacked up (wall to wall)
  My shows' packed up (wall to wall)
  Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)
  Got my money up, we goin' to war
  [Verse 2: Raekwon]
  Frozen fishscale, you better go to Ishmael
  Tiger-skin hammer, sittin' by the Benz grille
  Knots of hundreds; it's lunch, kid, play fair
  Say "yeah," feed your brother, be's a one, shit
  Enough money to slum kids, kings with pillows
  Leave your body, yo, under the dumpsters
  Take money suitcases, bracelets, cake mix
  Come out the hole, this is weight flicks
  So much bread, we build lead houses
  Run in the shed, see dead thousands
  Faces, we call 'em big noses
  Flashin' in the foreign shit
  Grubbed up niggas is wasted [Pre-Hook: French Montana]
  I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah
  Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah
  Only half what you see, yeah
  Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
  [Hook: French Montana]
  It's "Hello", oh, Lord
  When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
  Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
  Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war
  We goin' to war (wall to wall)
  My money's stacked up (wall to wall)
  My shows' packed up (wall to wall)
  Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)
  Got my money up, we goin' to war
  [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]
  Yo, whip my feet up, gettin' manicures in a zap
  And spectacular visuals
  Niggas be camera-phonin' up my movement
  Everythin' we do to sit and take precedents
  While we go stackin' residuals
  Niggas starvin' to know just how we do it
  Absolutely be stayin' the money every night (Dracula)
  Niggas, stay up in it like Jamaicans and stay in the maximum
  Difficult to predict, I'm calculated like algebra
  Cause the money traced back to them diamond mines out in Africa
  We in the future with it though, closin' my eyes for pictures
  Phone'd have me speak with holograms
  When I'm buildin' with bitches
  And then I bang 'em like body slammin', one-handin' 'em ishes
  Like I was sellin' warheads and I'm baggage handlin' missiles
  Fuck it, decided to blow an M just bein' silly
  With a bob and a step and a charisma like I sit on a billi
  And for the five percent with the science
  And the ones that really get me
  I got a lot to do with civilizin' and countin', I'm busy [Pre-Hook: French Montana]
  I said I won't, I don't need it, yeah
  Don't believe everythin' you read, yeah
  Only half what you see, yeah
  Man, this shit is what it is, yeah, ooh
  [Hook: French Montana]
  It's "Hello", oh, Lord
  When you're tryin' to bail out, who to call?
  Your bitch turned down, this shit is love
  Me and my niggas fill up, we goin' to war
  We goin' to war (wall to wall)
  My money's stacked up (wall to wall)
  My shows' packed up (wall to wall)
  Her ass stepped up (wall to wall)
  Got my money up, we goin' to war
  [Outro: Raekwon]
  Salute, salute, yeah
  Montana, what up, baby?
  Word up, you know what it is, my nigga
  Louis Rich right here, baby
  Yeah, you know what this is, nigga