conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Crazy Since The 80's with the following description: Track number 16 from Wiz’s debut studio album “Show and Prove” released in 2006. Produced by Johnny Juliano. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook]
  Can't compare, I been going crazy since the 80's fucker
  Can't compare, I been going crazy since the 80's fucker
  Can't compare, I been going crazy since the 80's fucker
  Crazy since the 80’s fucking, crazy since the 80’s fucking
  Can't compare, I been going crazy since the 80's fucker
  Can't compare, I been going crazy since the 80's fucker
  Can't compare, I been going crazy since the 80's fucker
  Crazy since the 80’s fuckin, crazy since the 80’s
  [Verse 1]
  If you wondering who it is I'm the youngest in charge
  Back with another one of them classic ones, fuck with the boy
  Say you tired of hired help come and fuck with the boss
  Niggas say "Man you winning" fuck it I tell 'em of course
  I get love like a star, units move, cake appear
  412 PGH you hatin' cause we cakin' here
  Ask around you'll hear about the noise the youngin's making here
  Hit 'em with that 'Oh No', now I'm record breaking here
  See this that slow flow you heard of
  Seeing mo dough and re-ing more dro to burn up
  Keep it low though before the po-po swerve up
  Pull us to the side and them homos search us
  Gotta keep the work up, cause I was taught supply-demand
  Smoking putting Pistolvania on the map cause I'm the man
  Hustle hard plus the ladies love the nasty flow, scrappy know
  So why you hate me? Cause he crazy since the 80's (fucker) [Hook]
  [Verse 2]
  Yeah it’s young Wiz ain’t nobody do it how I done it son
  Killed ‘em with the first and gotta hit 'em with another one
  Not quite the remix, you see this G-Shit?
  For you to Pittsburgh ditty-bop to the beat with
  Fresh with my A-1’s, keep a leaning fitted cap
  For those who sick of rap thank God ya niggas back
  A lot of niggas wack and that’s just sad to see
  We in a marathon you cats are lapped to me
  Khalifa still the same, ain’t nothing change but my change
  And my foot got a lil deeper  up in the game
  It’s hard seeing through all this reefer up in my brain
  Let the trunk bang while you weaving and switching them lanes
  Hope if you in the club let ‘em know you moving through
  To pop something, roll something, man do what you do
  18, making major moves that’s why they hate me brother
  Plus I’m getting cakey I been crazy since the 80’s fucker
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3]
  Let me make it clear, when that cake appear
  Ima make more in one day than most niggas make a year
  I put my time in, (what you doin’ man?) nothing but grinding
  Moving these units they coming back for what I’m supplying
  I’m from the Steel-City, ya’ll niggas still lost
  I’m the youngest in charge spittin' that real raw
  My dutchies real long plus I work real hard
  Fuck a battle dog I’ll show you how to make a real song
  Or how to switch states, get cake from a mixtape
  Couple hundred-thousand off my face from Myspace
  You’ll be frustrated from tryna keep up with my pace
  How I control the track you fools get over-lapped
  You’ll get left in the dust just cause you lesser than us
  And coming at the kid? Simply said it’s just pressing ya luck
  See I was hungry on this grind when you was lazy brother
  So why you hate me? I been crazy since the 80’s fucker [Hook]