conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 100 Keys with the following description: The final track off of the deluxe edition of Big Sean’s June 28th release, Finally Famous: The Album.
  This piano-heavy beat showcases two of the most prominent “key” pushers in the rap game, Rick Ross and Pusha T. All it needs is a little bit of Raekwon to make it complete. Big Sean seems a bit lost in this song among the others, but he seems to keep himself in the mix by talking about Detroit drug dealers rather than himself.
  The beat, produced by unknowns Hilton and Brian Wright (known as WrighTrax), showcases how heavy and tumultuous a life of cocaine running can be. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Big Sean]
  Ay, ay
  I'm from a big city, trying to make a living
  Come to my hood, everybody get it
  And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
  Where I'm from they push 100 keys and it sound like
  Where I'm from they push 100 keys and it sound like
  Young niggas getting money, young niggas getting money
  Just a bittersweet symphony
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  I play the keys, handle dope, Barry Manilow
  The game a bitch, but at times she sweet like cantaloupe
  Hit the road, key of coke in the manifold
  Triple beam dreams
   with a trunk full of scattered clothes
  Japanese denim, down south numbers
  Hit it once, trust it'll make a fat fiend stumble
  Do the speed limit, Argo shoes
  Call 'em penny loafers, they a pretty penny too
  I'm tippin' strippers but I call it penny pinchin'
  She talkin' shit but I can get her titties lifted
  My new crib got its own city limit
  Motherfucker got his own city in it
  Blue marble on the floor, wet as salt water
  Underboss I'll just play the holes like a golf course [Chorus: Big Sean]
  I'm from a big city, trying to make a living
  Come to my hood, everybody get it
  And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
  Where I'm from they push 100 keys and it sound like
  Where I'm from they push 100 keys and it sound like
  Young niggas getting money, young niggas getting money
  Just a bittersweet symphony
  [Verse 2: Pusha T]
  One hundred keys, one hundred please
  My gesundheit could make a whole city sneeze
  Walked the mud jungle where they grinded out the leaves
  So they swarm to my honey comb, hideout for the bees
  You know what this sound like, money counters' sound bites
  Machine gun fire, name ringin' through the town like
  Church bells ringin', know what he was found like?
  Colombian necktie
   
  over hospital gown white
  She live on her knees, I live in a condo in the trees
  The air's a little thinner that I breathe
  The Iron Man Audi
  , let the top striptease
  My life's in slow motion, but the watch screamin' freeze
  Ugh, young nigga gettin' money
  The feds' dragnet couldn't take nothin' from me
  The decoy car is a crash test dummy
  What follows is a hundred of 'em, wrapped like a mummy [Chorus: Big Sean]
  I'm from a big city, trying to make a living
  Come to my hood, everybody get it
  And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
  Where I'm from they push 100 keys and it sound like
  Where I'm from they push 100 keys and it sound like
  Young niggas getting money, young niggas getting money
  Just a bittersweet symphony
  [Verse 3: Big Sean]
  B.I., boi
  And they gon' risk a hundred lives
  So they could rock a hundred whites
  Baguettes lookin' like a hundred lights
  Man when Blade died my city cried a hundred nights
  Yeah I got a main girl, but I done hit a hundred tight
  Every wrong I do I'm steady tryna do a hundred rights
  Got her for cheap, compare the price
  My nigga keep that 
  low key, Barry White
  And don't worry 'bout the info
  From where they rob Pintos and could afford Enzos
  Cause everybody knows keys open doors, but bricks open windows
  Counting a hundred hundreds, more by more
  Built this from the tile up, floor by floor
  Talk shit, I'll send 'em door by door
  Made for the Snow White like 4 by 4s [Chorus: Big Sean]
  I'm from a big city, trying to make a living
  Come to my hood, everybody get it
  And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
  Where I'm from they push 100 keys and it sound like
  Where I'm from they push 100 keys and it sound like
  Young niggas getting money, young niggas getting money
  Just a bittersweet symphony