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conversations.value: Write me a song called Put On for the Game with the following description: Weezy enlists his YM proteges and together they rap over Jeezy’s “Put On” for the last track of “Dedication 3” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Tyga]
  I am living the game, hitting the fades, quick cash
  Blink too fast you'll be gone, no quicksand
  This man ain't givin a fuck for no middle man, middle class
  Skipped class only class I knew, was S-Benz
  Now pretend you never heard of me from a can of candy yams
  And I was just a boy like killer cam
  But now my print over yo bitch, T-shirt
  Glass skirt, research his work, iPhone Blackberry chirp
  But it gets worse, how would you feel
  Fresh of work, seeing this light-skinned jerk
  After I'm all working your girlfriend purse
  Damn ma, didn't he fuck friend ha?
  Yea why? I thought that goofy bitch was lying
  Guess not, bet not they won't near us
  Fear us, Y.M squadron
  Young bloods
  Nothing above eyebrows, G.E.D forever above
  Studio, many yums, I ain't fucking with the club
  While you getting bub, I'm getting pub
  These songs I mean, these songs be mean
  Got your label warring, Cause I'm making quality quantities
  I got the holy spirit, but no father son
  [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda]
  Now everybody know I'm shining in the coupe
  No roof while I'm shitting on em
  Rolling through the eastside, Hollandwood is hitting for
  I'm all about my hustle, need my chips so I could stack it up
  Gone on the pill got me rolling like a acura
  Young money nigga, Yea I'm back like I left something
  You niggas is jaw jacking, watch me sidestep son
  Young nigga, got my money running like Barry
  Bitches want my baby cause they heard about my salary
  Make them dog hoes lay it down like balling g
  Knock them bitches socks loose, pass em off to Mallie G
  All brown maybach, you could say I'm yoohoo'n
  All my niggas red flagging you could see we soo woo'n [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  Dedication 3
  I feel like these mothafuckas better know we next
  I will like but never love them H-O-E-S
  I fill a white tall cup full of codeine mix
  I still eat a couple rappers for my protein bitch
  I'm on my so mean shit, you don't know me bitch
  I do it for those who done it before me bitch
  My goons is gone ride even with a slow leak bitch
  And then we eat some chicken, you get no piece bitch
  Stunna man said kill em all, so still and all
  I'm a kill em all, murder them pussy hoes
  I'm flyer then a butterfly doing the tootsie roll
  Haha, I got chips like the cookie dough
  And it takes a lot of paper to book a show
  You wouldn't know cause you couldn't know
  I'm who they're looking to and who they're looking for
  And numbers don't lie, lieeeeee
  And numbers don't lie, yeah
  Yea better hope your math is right
  We take your body for a sacrifice
  You see that flashing light, welcome to afterlife
  I put on for them bitches, on, on for them bitches
  I put on for them bitches, on, on
  I put on for them bitches, on, on
  I put on Onnnnn