conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called I’m A Ridah with the following description: Track #15 off “The Dedication”.
  Weezy raps over 2pac’s “Made Niggaz” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse]
  Holla at ya boy its Weezy Baby
  They label me a problem and I probably am so I dont knock em
  I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers
  With an ol' school bitch, she got on door knockers
  And she knock on your door for that raw partner
  Hollygrove Wayne, that boy a monster
  Jacked for a Mazda come back in Mase-rati
  Like how he? Why he? Cause I be
  Moving through the city like an I.V
  Tryna be monogamous but I got bitches on my dick
  Like I'm the shit cause I'm the shit
  So I only promise this: to my little girl I will give you the world
  And to my unborn I'm tryna reason with ya moms so
  If I'm not with her when you get here, its already clear
  Yeah, and for their sake I'm a ball every year
  I'm a pause every tear
  And tattoo it on my face
  Niggas know, that I got that black music on my waist
  Make me put it to your ear and get that b-b-b-b-bass
  Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket
  Mama can't remember shit but last saturday, what a tragedy
  Flowers for the family
  Powder in my nap sack
  Running through the projects, tryna get a stack back
  I got my SK bout to get my MAC back to pap pap at niggas who yap yap
  Yup yup! and I rep that 17 hard, you know
  'til a nigga ain't nothing but tomb quotes
  Raw Tune, who you know go harder than dude
  See these is the clues, part of my shoes
  I bleed with them dudes I'm part of the crew
  Don't move cause you right in the route of the gun mouth
  When it talk, you know what come out- barreltone
  Nigga y-y-young Wayne from out Carrollton
  Yeah, I got my eyes on the sparrow
  Though my path is narrow, my angels are shadows
  I saddled up, and get the fucking battle
  Automatics up, like nigga fuck whoever
  You touch and reach, you get fucking bleached
  Above the law niggas put you underneath
  You call the law nigga? You fucking leech!
  You Saved by the Bell, you fucking Screech
  My bucket screech through the streets like a R&B singer
  You ain't pimping until you fuck a R&B singer
  I walked in this building with all these bangers
  And all these niggas look like targets to me
  What's a drought to you may be a bargain to me
  Cause I just may be sitting on a carton of Ki's
  I got important people thats trying to market me
  So I'm gon' stop talking 'bout the white, Sike!
  I know I'm not walking without a fight
  So I'm swinging with all my might
  We can go all night
  I'm a blow all day, and I'm a blow all night
  Do a verse today and do a show tonight!
  Fuck a ho today, and fuck a ho tonight!
  Im' a live my life like there's no tonight
  I might go tonight so mama pray don't cry
  Cause your prayers maybe working, mama they gon' try
  Yeah,and we rock to the same lullaby
  Nigga I got 10, nigga I got 5
  I hope you got yours, cause nigga I got mine
  I'm goin for the green bitch, Its popeye time
  So I can be a paid nigga, and make that tomb stone say "I'm a made nigga"
  I'm a MADE nigga