conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Respect It with the following description: Big Sean and Young Thug claim respect on their name on “Respect It”. The two rappers draw up an inventory of their accomplishments and material belongings over a production handled by Detroit 2’s executive producer Hit-Boy. The song features a late beat switch—it is the second track on the album to do so.
  Sean’s collaboration with Thug was first hinted to back in January 2020. “Respect It” was previewed in the official teaser for Detroit 2 along with footages of Thug and Sean recording the song. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Big Sean & 
  Young Thug
  ]
  Woah, woah, woah, woah
  Woah
   (
  TrapAdix
  ), 
  woah, woah, woah
  Man, they ain't plottin’ on me, I'm plottin' on them plottin’ on me, man
  Stupid, man
  Look (
  Hit-Boy
  )
  [Chorus: Big Sean]
  Ain't nobody finna do me any type of way (Way)
  Ain't nobody finna do dat
  Ain't nobody finna do me any type of way (Respect)
  Ain't nobody finna do me dirty, no way (Respect it)
  [Verse 1: Big Sean]
  You can't touch me, you not worthy, dirty bitches don't deserve me
  I be careful who I love 'cause who I love is who could hurt me
  I’ma give that ass a cruel summer, Lamborghini Murcié
  Niggas thought they had the twenty-twenty vision, it’s still blurry (Woah)
  I done dodged the murder rates
  , I done earned what they can't take
  Pull up to the house, you thought you died and seen the pearly gates
  Nowadays, respect the ones who talkin’ good behind my back
  And say the bad shit to my— (Woah) to my face
  Why complain about things I can change? Yeah (I can change)
  Soldiers 'round me, we done been through major pain (Major pain)
  Laser focused, AOL, been had AIM
  Got a lot of hunnids, stayed a hunnid, life just changed, uh (Life done changed)
  What you do when you got bitches blowin' you kisses? (Kisses)
  Opposition sendin' death wishes (Damn), either way, it made me no difference
  I done outdid the predictions, 
  I’m a underground king
  Always had the tunnel vision
  , I'm consistently consistent [Chorus: Big Sean, 
  Big Sean & Young Thug
  , 
  Young Thug
  ]
  So ain't nobody finna do me any type of way (Way)
  Ain't nobody finna do dat (Yeah)
  Ain't nobody finna do me any type of way (Respect)
  Ain't nobody finna do me dirty, no way (Respect it)
  Ain't nobody finna do me any type of way
   (Type of way)
  Ain't nobody finna do dat
   (
  Ayy
  )
  Ain't nobody finna do me any type of way
  Ain't nobody finna do me dirty, no way
  [Verse 2: Young Thug]
  Monday Magic, Tuesday (Woo)
  Spent a quarter million on the Gucci (Ayy)
  Wednesday, he had ranned up on me, I got ruthless
  Thursday, I'm Ferrari horsin', niggas moosin', yeah
  I just had to wake up and pay Uncle Sam today, woo
  I been in the trenches giving back like anyway (No cap)
  I just bought the pinkie Berkie' for my Easter baby
  Got her throwin' diamonds in the air like it's a playpen
  Can't let 'em trick me out of nothin' long as I'm livin'
  I can't let her go out sad as long as I'm gettin' it
  I won't never hold a freak ho against her will
  Still wouldn't let 'em do me any kinda way with no seal
  [Chorus: Big Sean, 
  Big Sean & Young Thug
  ]
  Ain't nobody finna do me any type of way
  Ain't nobody finna do dat
  Ain't nobody finna do me any type of way
   (Respect)
  Ain't nobody finna do me dirty, no way
   (Respect it) [Bridge: Big Sean & 
  Young Thug
  ]
  Can't no one do me dirty
  Can't no one do me like that, no
  Can't no one do me dirty
  Can't no one do me like that, no
  I know
  , no, no, no
  No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
  [Verse 3: Big Sean]
  Can't nobody do me dirty, bitch (Bitch)
  All that fake shit over, we don't take, we take shit over
  Army, Navy, paper soldiers
  Cut the grass and face the cobras
  I'm a walking bucket list (Woah)
  Product of my sufferin' (Woah)
  Kobe at the Rucker, bitch
  Triplin'-doublin', runnin' this shit
  I learned that prayin' is God ammunition
  Please let it rain down 'til it drown out my city (God)
  The fruits of my labor came all to fruition
  You talkin' bout "I," you ain't got no vision
  "We, not me," lil' bitch
  Built like we sell bricks
  Fuck blogs, read my lips
  Doin' me dirty the only thing that you won't do in this bitch, bitch [Outro]
  Bitch