conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Grew Up A Screw Up with the following description: This song was featured on Ludacris' Release Therapy.
  It speaks on the trouble with making bad decisions early in life.
  It samples “Runnin” by Biggie Smalls. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook: Notorious B.I.G. sample]
  "I grew up a fucking screw-up
  Got introduced to the game, to the game then fucking blew up"
  [Intro: Ludacris speaking over B.I.G. sample repeated]
  Yeah! Dedicated to all my hustlers that's a product of they environment
  Whether getting money legally or ILLEGALLY
  We gotta do what we gotta do to survive man!
  Yeah! Grew up a screw up baby
  Got introduced to the game, I ain't took a breath yet
  Let's go!
  [Ludacris]
  Ever since I was an embryo, waiting to shape up and ship out
  Something in my brain said, "Wake up and kick out!"
  Roberta and Wayne stayed up and flipped out
  Cause when I came I was draped up and dripped out
  Snip the umbilical, spit the government chip out
  Peace up, A-Town down and then I dipped out
  And oh my gosh, the Osh Kosh was picked out
  I slipped in, even my baby stroller was tricked out
  Somebody get him, the little nigga's out of control
  Put a little bit of rum in my bottle I'll dream about diamonds and gold
  Gold gold, to grow from an infant to toddler was effervescent
  The essence of adolescence got my body feeling freshen
  Freshing freshing, and it was a blessing to rhyme and start rapping
  I was the best in my section with flows harder than erections
  Still the best but now I'm grown with more range than a Texan
  And I'm a heavyweight you niggas is lighter than my complexion [Hook]
  [Young Jeezy over the Hook]
  Ayyyy
  Y'all already know what it is
  I'mma tell you nigga
  C.T., know what it is, 'bout 17-5
  [Young Jeezy]
  Homey fronted me a zip, shit I made it a bird
  That's seventeen and a half, all I need is the word
  Say the, ice is cool but them pots is hot
  You better cook slow but that money come fast
  I got what you need I hope you brought all the cash
  You know the kid pimping all over the world
  A hundred carats got me all over your girl
  YEAH, five bricks and my Gucci duffle bag
  A corporate thug, I run with a Playaz Circle
  I got a Field Mob that'll Disturb your Peace
  Blowing Sean Jay, all we do is smoke
  Finish counting my bread and I was getting some head
  What's up?
  [Hook]
  [Ludacris]
  I'mma be all the way real with this, look
  When I came into the game they ain't do nothing but doubt me
  Now the whole game's changed and it ain't nothing without me
  Picking up my sloppy seconds as they reach for the crown
  Only reason you on that song is cause I turned that down
  I went from Hot Wheels to big wheels, Hyundais to Bentleys
  And five course meals, no more Popeye's and Blimpie's
  From alright to handsome, from one room to mansions
  From hanging on the block to throwing parties in the Hamptons
  From, broke as a joke to rich as a bitch, I bought a
  Plane and a boat and six other whips, no MARTA
  From dice on the curb to stacking up chips, but harder
  From birds on my nerves to chicks on my DICK! Guard your
  Women dawg I went from ashy to classy
  Went from a, kiss on the cheek to doing the nasty
  Reach your hand up in the air and you can play with the stars
  It's not the hand that you're dealt but how you're playing your cards
  Boy! [Hook]