conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Everything with the following description: Fred The Godson flips a sample from Shakira and Wyclef’s “Hips Don’t Lie” (also used briefely on Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz’s Déjà Vu) into a hard NY anthem.
  He recruits some of NYC’s MVPs, French Montana  and Vado to represent.
  
  http://instagram.com/p/m7xGqOJCKY/ Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook: French Montana]
  Everything I want, I bought
  Fuck what you thought
  Everything I want, I bought
  Fuck what you thought
  [Bridge: Fred The Godson]
  Time to bring New York back to life like
  We riding all night like
  Say I'm next on the mic like
  Everything
   
  (GORDO)
  [Verse 1: Fred The Godson]
  They say New York is goin' through a crisis
  They flow so-so, they know Frederico is the nicest
  Still in the streets with the blam
  I use long arms so you reach my demand
  Talkin' about a terror alert
  I sell to whoever, whenever, whatever works
  See that bread that I knew, now Fred comin' through
  Blood and crip walkin' cause she read that I blew
  I just got word Jeter retirin'
  Right across the street the 9 millimeters is firin'
  White kids wanna be firemen
  Big chain on a dope boy, to us, that's inspirin'
  Momma stood in the section 8 office
  You ate on my block and my section ate often
  Your music why I'm hatin' you
  You could be Biggie son, still no faith in you [Hook] + [Bridge]
  [Verse 2: Vado]
  Slimeeee!
  I rap my ass off, spit your best rhyme
  Louis Skully half off, show the fresh line
  9/11 black Porsche hit the red line
  Your G know, the smith on me like who the Jet sign
  My feet up in Cabo
  Load the planes, I'm keyed up like Pablo
  This mil' fuckin' the streets up like potholes
  New range bleed guts, the truck charcoal
  It's not a game but I dare you
  I hear you the biggest
  Harlem names who I'm compared to
  Just to stay in shape I move a square or two
  And keep at least 10 cylinders when I stay in coupes
  I'm on Ciroc Amaretto
  , 
  drive as fast as Toretto
  Till I crash with the Devil
  Need a pass in the ghetto, squeezing Glocks with the metal
  Keep a stash in my pillow, the other half of my fellows up
  [Hook: French Montana]
  [Bridge: Fred The Godson]
  [Outro: Fred]
  Fred the God, French on the hook
  Vado on a verse, New York, what a love (New York)
  I cash birds from the blow , I ghostwrite
  I pass words like a cold, hold tight
  We just got a new mayor
  Still move the pills, the prescription for the bayer
  Still move the krills, it's description when u weight up
  Brick under six, see you later
  Gordo..