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conversations.value: Write me a song called Last Call with the following description: “Last Call” is the fourteenth and final track on “YSIV”. The song is an ode to Logic’s life and his fans.
  Throughout the song, he is reminiscing over his early life, childhood, family, friends, and music. He emphasizes joy, the state of happiness, and being yourself in the process. Over a simplistic piano and drum beat, he explains his hardships and childhood memories, whilst also keeping his usual positive side to the topics. The outro also gives us a look into the future of Logic’s career.
  The song is his version of Kanye West’s “Last Call”, the final track on The College Dropout. The song tells the story of how Kanye made it as a rapper in the music industry. Logic’s song has a very similar topic, style and structure. Both songs exchange between rap verses and extended parts of spoken word sections that explain their come-up story. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Ayo real talk, 6ix
  As soon as you played me this joint, I already knew
  I was like, "Yo, this some fucking, 'Last Call' shit"
  And it got me hella excited 'cause I always wanted to do like
  A "Last Call," I remember the first time I heard Kanye's
  I thought that shit was so tight, dawg
  And I was like, man I'm tryna tell my story, you know what I'm sayin'?
  And then uh, I remember Cole did it, when did he do it?
  He was on 
  Friday Night
  —
  Nah, nah, he did it on 
  The Warm Up
   yo
  And when he did the "Last Call" on 
  The Warm Up
  , I was like "Damn, I'm tryna do mine"
  So since—since this joint got that vibe, I'ma do my own "Last Call" right now for y'all
  And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
  [Verse 1]
  Yeah, yeah
  Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
  Penny pinchin', I couldn't even pay the rent, homie
  Thinkin' 'bout it I wonder where them years went, homie
  Just a youngin' tryna survive, they was hatin' on me
  I was working that nine-to-five, I was waitin', homie
  I was bussin' tables fantasizin' 'bout cakin', homie
  Letting 'em slip away my dreams, wasn't waitin' on me
  This for anyone with ambition, calling anybody that'll listen
  I'm wishing all your dreams come true, 'cause mine did
  And yeah, you know I had to put that in the rhyme kit
  But that shit came from sacrifice
  Not on the corner selling drugs and smackin' dice (Listen)
  Yeah [Bridge]
  Someway, somehow, I understood finally
  If you want to come and get it, you know where to find me
  'Cause I ain't got no time for anybody that be tryin' me
  Know if they don't understand, I'ma leave 'em behind me
  Obviously
  I ain't got no time, no, no
  I said obviously
  I said I don't got no time, no, no, no, no, no
  [Verse 2]
  Yeah, yeah
  I treat the beat like it's my only son, my DNA
  And this that Southernplayalistic shit like we was in the A
  Back in the day, I was 
  Young, Broke & Infamous
  A 
  Young Sinatra
   that was 
  Undeniable
  Who 
  Welcome
  -d you 
  To Forever
   while 
  Under Pressure
  And told you 
  The Incredible True Story
   of 
  Bobby Tarantino
  And 
  Everybody
   in the 
  Ultra 85
  Goddamn, it feel good to be alive
  And all these bitches that I passed up
  Couldn't fuck witcha 'cause your hair was too gassed up
  'Member creeping with the gat, masked up
  [Interlude]
  God damn, it's kinda crazy to reminisce on all this shit man
  What it was like growing up
  Damn man, just, motherfuckers running in and out of the crib
  Doing drugs, selling drugs, all types of stuff
  Meanwhile, I was just tryna keep it together
  I was tryna make sense—sense of all this shit around me
  I didn't know how to take it, how to perceive it, you know what I mean?
  And then meanwhile I'm supposed to be going to school and getting good grades and shit
  But I'm seeing like, domestic violence in my house
  And just, so much going on
  And I'm sure everybody was probably like, "Man, yo" [Verse 3]
  "Why little Bobby didn't come to school today?"
  On the real, I was doin' anything to run away
  And that's the same reason kids join gangs every day
  'Cause they wanna be accepted, but at home they too neglected
  Meanwhile, white America quick to call him a thug
  But all he ever wanted was a father to give him some love
  Tell him that he love him, that he need him
  Promise he won't ever leave him
  Never smoke crack, never lie, and won't never beat him
  It feel like for my life I been needed a break
  Looking at my family, I ain't wanna make the same mistake
  And I know that shit sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
  Oh God, please
  Can I have a conversation with a member of my family without it ending asking me for five G's?
  To pay they bills or they lawyer fees (Huh)
  I learned something, I ain't giving y'all a dime
  I'll give you something worth more—that's my time
  I ain't dropping stacks, I'm dropping knowledge
  Unless it's for my nieces and nephews to go to college
  And hit me on the phone, hit me up
  Like, "Uncle Bob, where you at?
  Yeah, I know your pockets fat but I don't give a fuck 'bout that
  I'm glad we family" (Uh)
  We a half-breed family, yeah, yeah, uh [Interlude]
  Man, see, I remember when I was like fifteen years old
  And my dad took me to the studio
  I know this is random, I'm tryna take you guys through it, right?
  And, I'll never forget it, I had like eight rhyme books
  He'll tell you—he'll tell you, man
  I just, I went through them motherfuckers
  I was rapping for like fifteen minutes straight
  And that was my first time, yo
  I was like tenth grade, in the studio
  And I knew that this was what I wanted to do
  I knew it
  [Verse 4]
  I knew it ever since I first saw 
  Kill Bill
  I been flowin' like that blood, Uma Thurman spilled
  None other than the RZA, yeah he did the soundtrack
  And then I discovered Wu-Tang soon as I found that
  And then Big L, Mos Def, and Nas, it wasn't no turning back
  I couldn't change it if I tried, homie, how 'bout that?
  See, I'm a student of the game, so simple and plain
  But I'ma take it back to before I ever sat first class on a plane
  [Interlude]
  I was in College Park, right?
  Well I guess, technically, if you wanna go before that
  I was uh, I was living in Germantown
  Uh, nah, actually it was Montgomery Village
  Back in Maryland, I was living in my sister's basement
  And then some shit happened, you know, she kicked me out
  It was Christmas, whatever, I love you Genie
  Anyway, so shit happened, and then I just kept it pushing
  You know, I was homeless for a little while, whatever, you know
  I went, uh, I stayed at my—my mentor's house, Solomon
  Uh, and then I stayed back at my—my godparents' house
  Mary Jo and Bernie, I love y'all
  Uh, Mary Jo, I'm sorry, back when I used to smoke
  I would steal the shit out of your cigarettes
  I love you, I'm sorry about that, but
  You remember—always she would let me record
  I'd always be recording in the attic or wherever I could, so
  I love you—thank you for supporting me there
  But then, she was like, "You gotta get the fuck outta here" too
  After a while, she gave me some time
  But like, I was twenty years old at this point
  She was like, "Nah, you gotta get the fuck outta here and do something with your life"
  And this was right around the time that I opened up my first show ever for Ghostface Killah man
  In Gaithersburg, right in Old Town
  The shit was insane, I'll never forget it
  And that's where I met my boy Lenny, Big Lenbo, wassup!?
  That's right, man, we just started kicking it and hanging
  He lived in College Park, and before I knew it I was living—I was living with him in his basement
  And this was right around the time I met 6ix
  And 6ix was going to the University of Maryland at the time, which was right down the street
  So I'd always go to their dorm room
  I remember—there was nights I would just crash in the dorm when we was making beats
  We was doing all types of shit man
  When we first got out, we did the first 
  Young Sinatra
  And now we on the fourth 
  Young Sinatra
  , motherfucker! That shit is crazy man
  And I remember like, I used to steal quarters from Lenny just so I could go to the 7-11 to eat
  And he was like, "You idiot, why are you stealing? Just ask me, bro" And I was supposed to get a job, I was—see, 
  I was sleeping in, uh, his basement on the couch
  Which is the—the, the cover to my first album, 
  Under Pressure
  Shout out Cathy, shout out the Rosado family, all my beautiful brown people!
  We made it, it's crazy
  But nah, nah, listen, I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm getting ahead of myself
  So like, I was staying with him and I was supposed to get a job, right?
  And he was like, "Yo, you gotta get a fucking job, bro"
  Things were going so good with the music that we kinda stopped talking about it
  It seemed like every week something new was happening
  And I just sat him down one day and I was like, "Look bro, I—please, like, can you just give me one year, like just give me one year, man, let me put everything into this, and if I don't get it, fuck it, I'll just submit, and I'll just—I'll just blend into society."
  And he was like, "Bro I'ma give you one year"
  And for one year him, his family, all the homies, Benny, everybody man!
  They took care of me, they put—he put clothes on my back, he put food in my stomach
  You know, he helped me with microphones, and recording
  And yo, almost a year to the fucking day bro, I signed to Def Jam
  And my man, he was a land surveyor, out there like making sure all the buildings get built
  Rain, snow, sleet, all that shit for twelve years, dawg!
  And when I signed my deal I said, "Fuck that! Quit your job, we're moving to LA!"
  This shit was crazy, so we get to LA
  We're staying off Coldwater Canyon
  Alta Mesa, in Studio City, man
  And I'm going to the studio with No I.D. every day
  And uhh, like, shit is crazy
  That's the first time I met Cole, yo shout out Cole, that's my fucking boy
  Big Sean, all these homies, man, that I met, it was crazy
  Don Cannon, everybody
  That's when I first met Kev
  Bobby, my engineer—what up Bobby?
  It was just like, life was insane
  I dropped, uh, 
  Young Sinatra: Undeniable
  , and that was crazy
  That was insane, 'cause that was the first time
  [Verse 5]
  Me and my boys ever hit the road
  On the real, you know we went from zero to overload
  Performing in front of the fans, had they hands waving
  This is all I ever wanted, this is all I'm craving
  Me and my boy Chris shocked the game
  Two visionaries on a mission, shit ain't been the same
  Some ups and downs came around, had a lot of problems
  But no matter what happen, you know we'd always solve 'em
  Yeah, we'd always solve 'em, like
  [Interlude]
  Man, it's kinda crazy thinking about it though
  Like, so much has happened yo
  And I mean shit, by the time y'all are hearing this, I'm 28
  I'm 27 while I'm recording it
  I mean, right now, literally, I'm working on 
  Bobby Tarantino
  , 
  Ultra 85
  , 
  Young Sinatra IV
  And a whole bunch of other shit, man this is crazy!
  Acting, writing, like
  I'm just—I'm just so, I can't believe I'm here, man
  We grinded for so long, we worked for so long, yo
  And motherfuckers, they hate you, man
  They try to make me feel bad about how I look, how I speak
  How I rap, how I act, my race, my everything
  They just—they, they fucking hate you man
  They'll hate you when you're in this position
  But you can't let 'em—you can't let 'em, you can't let that shit get to you man
  Continue to persevere, continue to be the best you you can be 'Cause I'm here right now man, best friends
  I got everything I could ever want man
  Even though you always want more deep down
  And you got goals deep down, that's great man, but fuck that shit
  I'm so happy, I'm so blessed, man
  So if you're listening to this right now
  No matter how old you are, how young you are
  Whether you on the school bus headed to get your education
  Or you driving home from work pissed off at your boss
  Just, man, just please do what you love in life
  So many people, they always say, how, "Oh, you know, I would do this—but," or "I can't, because"
  And you already fucking lost, they lost
  And I feel bad for that person 'cause that person will never make it "I would, but I don't have the money," "I would, but I don't have the time"
  Fuck that, you gotta do it man
  You gotta do what makes you happy
  You have to live selfishly in that aspect
  Stop worrying about others, stop freaking out
  Just focus on yourself, man, and your own happiness
  That's the realest thing
  And that's all I can tell you, because
  You can't help anybody else until you can help yourself, you know what I'm saying?
  So please, put the—put the mask on first, like they say on the airplane, cuz
  Put your—put your own motherfucking mask on
  And go do it man
  Go do it, just live your life
  [Outro]
  I love y'all, thank you so much for tuning in
  Uh, I hope you've enjoyed this 
  Young Sinatra
   experience, I know I have
  Uh, this is prolly gon' be the last one though
  Uh, this gon' be the last one for sure
  I'm coming back with some fun, but, I don't know
  I love you guys! 
  Ultra 85
  's gonna be crazy! I mean, crazy! 
  Bobby Tarantino
  's that trap shit, woo!
  We took 'em back with this boom bap
  Now we, we finna head to the future
  We ain't scared, we makin' music for everybody, you know what I mean?
  I love y'all—look at that Murrland accent coming out
  I don't know why, every time I get on the mic that Murrland accent
  "Go ahead 'cuh," "jah like" all day, boy, you sound like Wale, back of your neck, haha
  I love y'all so much
  RattPack
  Yeah, yeah
  Yeah!