conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Soul Food with the following description: Logic revealed his strategy for making “Soul Food,” the second track on the album, in an interview with Revolt TV.
  He used a similar technique of splitting a song into two parts in “Paradise” from his sophomore album The Incredible True Story.
  A majority of the first verse off ‘Soul Food’ was recited when he stopped by Sway In The Morning to spit a freestyle.
  Logic finally begins to accept and realize his rise to fame and decides that he’s ready to grab it. He wants to climb to the top and he knows he’s on his way.
  
  
  
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  Goddamn, goddamn, conversations with legends
  Crazy how one day yo' idols can turn into your brethren
  Bitches we severin', hit up my jeweler, watch him freeze us
  Breaking bread like I'm Jesus, money ain't everything, but somehow eases
  Better believe than think down and leave us
  The baby cryin'
  Crack cookin' where my sister be fryin' soul food
  Plus my other sister just went back to her old dude
  He whoopin' her ass—I'll kill him, I'll kill him
  I'll motherfuckin' kill him, I said, I really want to kill him—but I can't
  'Cause if I do, po-po gon' claim I'm the villain, but I ain't
  See my vision from pictures I paint
  Do you feel it like I feel it? I grip the mic and then kill it—
  okay, I'm gone
  As memories resurface from hella long in my past
  Chillin', sippin' Sinatra from a flask
  Little Bobby, just a youngin', skating was my hobby
  Tryna stay out of trouble, my homie in jail for robbery
  Welfare, food stamps, and stealing from the sto'
  Come home and see an eviction notice taped to my do'
  Can't take no mo', mama on drugs, daddy M.I.A
  What can I say? I just wanted to be a kid and play
  To this day, I pay homage to the gods, to the greats
  Never stolen, I'm from Maryland
  Where they shoot you in the dark of the night
  Like Christopher Nolan, for talking outta your colon
  Catch me rollin' with the realest
  Lyricism the illest, my chain is the chillest, Sub Zero
  Far from a hero, bitch, I'm De Niro in 
  Goodfellas
  If your bitch around me, best bring an umbrella
  Let me tap into my inner southern killer, none other illa
  Murder the game and then resurrect it like "Thriller"
  Yeah, my skin is vanilla, but bitch I dare ya to test my killa
  We don't do it for the skrilla, we do it for love
  Word to my homies up above,
   we slingin' like drugs
  And overdose 'em like the dealer does (
  Logic
  )
  Yeah [Break: Thalia]
  Hip-hop
  [Chorus]
  I swear this music in my genes like Denim
  Lyricism seep in 'em like venom
  Yes, I know the flow hotter than Lucifer, even though heaven sent him, uh
  [Verse 2]
  See my vision as I've elevated and risen
  Open your eyes, despise lies told with deadly precision
  I finally made my way up out that section 8 division
  Not by busting and killing though I've had my share of stealin'
  But by putting pen to this pad and dispersin' these feelings
  While the label only care about making a killin'
  Feel my energy—I ain't talking E-N-E-R-G-Y, I mean inner G
  That's the shit they never see
  But I own supremacy, number one—I better be
  Bitch, I said, "I bet I be."
  Take my kindness for weakness, trying to get the better of me
  Tell me, how is they gon' remember me?
  As the artist that concocted the perfect recipe?
  Or will they be addressing me, talking less of me
  Just 'cause I was different
  Just 'cause I was doing what I love?
  And the fans say they love you, but they push and they shove
  'Cause they want what they want how they want when they want it
  I just gave them twenty songs, now they want another hunnid
  I just see it as a challenge, I could do it, bitch, I run it
  Worldwide tours, type of shit I always wanted
  While the rest of 'em just worry 'bout bitches and gettin' blunted
  Still that same motherfucker from that 
  YS1
  Only difference: I'm stronger and better from when I begun
  So when people that never knew me, they tell me that I changed
  That my music is different and my vision's rearranged, I just stop (I just stop)
  And do my best to refrain
  From having conversations with people that ain't in my lane
  Will I die? (Will I die?) Will I live?
  Give the world everything I have to give
  This is feelings on the page, know my wisdom, not my age
  Understand that I'm a man not defined by his wage
  Even though it's in the millions, that shit don't define my brilliance
  Open your mind and maybe you can see the billions
  Of people that separated, but all equal
  To know the ending, one must understand the prequel, uh [Chorus]
  I swear this music in my genes like Denim
  Lyricism seep in 'em like venom
  Yes, I know the flow hotter than Lucifer even though heaven sent him
  Spit it like Holy water, prophetically repent 'em
  Then we gone