conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 100 Yard Dash with the following description: 5th song from his debut mixtape, Ab-Soul is talking about a fictive robbery.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Everybody get the fuck down now
  Soul in the building
  Yeah, we taking everything
  Everything you got
  [Verse 1]
  Hit the deck I need everything you possess
  I suggest you cooperate for this tech
  Send you to the doctor to operate
  You complicate my scheme to get rich
  I'll put this heat to your T, let it steam a little bit
  Look, when the chips get low, my fifth just blow
  Anything that I could pawn, come about that, dog
  It's money to be made and if you got it I'm taking it
  Just run it like a Jamaican and shut the fuck up, nigga
  [Hook]
  And that might leave more than a rash
  I'm coming for your ass
  Please hand me the cash
  Cause when I'm down on my last
  I gotta re-up fast
  Point me to your stash
  Don't make me say it again
  Before I lay you with Reagan, Benjamin Franklin, and them
  Frankly I'm a menace
  In fact I'm ready to blast
  So whatever you got, run it
  Like a 100 yard dash [Verse 2]
  Coming for you
  Don't let me catch you slipping in that pretty whip you dip in
  You would get pulled out
  Like my dick in these women when I'm finna bust, don't test my clout
  Your execution is a must, no doubt
  For the longest niggas been taking my kindness for weakness
  But this trigger is killing me and I'm just dying to squeeze it
  Fire for hire, don't let your murder transpire
  Thinking you will live forever like a fucking vampire
  I arose from the dark to claim everything you own
  And there's nothing between us but opportunity and this chrome
  It don't take a genius to know I mean this, so ante up
  Before I load the cannon up and blow your ass to Canada
  Nigga
  [Hook]
  [Verse 3]
  I'm wild with it, pistol whip whoever's in the house with it
  Call the cops, tell 'em like a date, I'm going out with it
  Give me the goods, give me the hand me downs
  Tell your wife to pull her panties down
  I need those too, what you gon' do?
  Don't jeopardize your life, for the nigga hard body made of cement
  Plus I'm loaded like this clip, off of the Seagrams
  Lay you on the floor like granite
  Granted your granny watching, I'm grinning like I ain't just hit 'em
  Better believe it, my head's sort of off, shit
  I would have robbed Jesus for the cross if I caught him slipping
  God forgive him for this long arm like Pippen
  The cars honk but times is hard hard and I gotta eat
  Give me the watch, the Sean-John, even your sneaks
  Give me your socks, your drawers, your fitted, your Boost minutes
  Give me your stocks, your bonds, your blunts, your bongs
  Your food in the fridge, your iPod, your celly
  You say I'm wrong but I'm deadly
  That's dead wrong so I'm heavy
  Like Chris Wallace, regardless
  You're getting stuck up, pussy
  Like a tampon with a handgun, push me
  But I ain't on the swings, I got this infrared beam and it wouldn't miss a thing
  Bow! [Outro]
  Chyea! Rose
  I got you nigga
  I want everything
  I want the jewels, the watches, the bling bling, all that shit
  All y'all little niggas getting your chains robbed
  I'm on you
  I'm just playing y'all, I wouldn't hurt a fly
  Came out dope though
  Carson arsonist
  Yeah, it's funny that you say Carson-Carson arsonist
  That's where you're from right? Carson?
  Yes, yes sir
  Where is that exactly? If I looked on a map, where would I be lookin'?
  Carson is right in between Compton and Long Beach
  Shout out to Carson, Del Amo, that's where I'm from though, DA