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conversations.value: Write me a song called The One With My Friends with the following description: “The One With My Friends” is the most star-studded and feature-heavy track on this EP. Featuring a lot of Christian hip-hop’s biggest stars including, NF, John Givez, Wordsplayed, and Kaleb Mitchell. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Marty]
  Yeah
  I think I'm the worst rapper on this entire song (ha, ha, ha)
  You know what it is
  Or, if you don't, you're about, you're about to know
  [Verse 1: Marty]
  Woo, woo
  I don't need a stylist (hey)
  I'm only wearin' black (woo)
  And my homies are wylin' (ayy)
  We all love Taylor Swift
  (woo)
  I'm eatin' with pilots, they callin' me the chef (hey)
  I'm saucin' it up
  No directions, we made it from scratch
  Fear God
   tee on
  Shout out to Jerry Lorenzo
   (what up)
  They callin' me ugly
  I'ma still marry a ten though
  And I'm killin' the friendzone
  I'ma kneel in the endzone
  And my ex had nothin' inside, so you know that I hopped out a window
  Anti-political, only makin' songs that I like (woo)
  This is anti-radio
  No placements, won't make it to top five
  And high five to my team, we don't respond to anybody on the sidelines (woo)
  And I shoulda died
  Like, I don't know, but it feels like I got nine lives
  Yah [Verse 2: John Givez]
  I came in this with, like, four friends (four up)
  Tube socks and Chuck Taylors on
  I stayed in this and gave no cares (not one)
  Now I'm moonwalkin' on every song
  Area code is 7-6-0, 6-1-9, 8-5-8
  Think I'm great, think y'all late
  That's okay
  Marty, let me come up in this party like I'm Scarface
  To point the finger at the bad guy (go ahead)
  At four years old I been a rabbi (gotta leave)
  Let me show you how to do this (I do it)
  I just need a pencil and a pad
  Guy, follow me now
  Couple record companies tryna call on me now
  Tell 'em all to hit they knees and acknowledge the style
  It came from God
  Man, I got my game from God
  Ain't a dollar that can move me from the reign of God
  I'm in this buildin' hollerin' West! (west, west, west)
  Hold on, let me go and take a rest, I ain't yellin' at y'all (what)
  I'm just tryna hit you with some evidence y'all (what)
  Evidently heaven sent me excellence y'all (ooh)
  I just wanna be a legend
  I just wanna speak to the people
  I just wanna play my sounds, make my rounds
  Love God, live life
  Do it all legal, it's easy [Verse 3: NF]
  Hey!
  Don't ask me a question
  If you don't wanna hear what my answer is, I'm gonna answer it
  I got no time for the drama
  I got no time for the politics
  I do not care about names
  They don't mean nothin' to me (nope)
  I didn't get in the game to make friends
  And kiss up to people that don't even like me
  You know what I mean!
  I don't expect everybody to like what I'm doin' out here
  But I am the one that's gon' look in the mirror at the end of the day
  You don't ruin my career (No!)
  I got some people that write me like, "I wish you'd die like your momma did"
  These are the comments that I gotta problem with
  You should be quiet and watch what you hollerin', woo!
  My fans will eat you alive
  Trolls, get off of my page
  My bars fly over they heads
  I wrote that line on a plane, I wrote that line on a plane
  You won't see me in a chain
  I basically wear the same shirt everyday
  Get a hole in it, go to the store and I buy it again
  You already know who it is, for real! [Verse 4: Wordsplayed]
  Still on the coast where they throw the set
  'Palas still bounce like Hammer checks
  Papi gon' get 'em like Dangerfield
  Orale, you don't get no respect
  Labels that hit Fern and Marty up
  Marty and Fern never call 'em back
  "You tryna be funny?", was all they asked
  Look at the charts, who laughin' last?
  Now I'm signed, need contracts
  My God is major, my league minor
  Throwin' numbers up, need contact
  These beats remind of Scott Steiner
  Andy killed it on Sway's show
  So I best be workin' my one-liners
  Still pray for that skyline, boy's lit the shots at those one-timers
  I just wanna see hands in the air, my Lord
  Never thought rappin' would keep us employed
  Feelin' like Pacquiao I'm fightin' with Floyd
  The family watchin'
  I better go hard in the paint, that '96 Rodman
  Shots out to Eric, I got 'em
  Dog days in the Cali' summer
  Life's hard, this beat's harder
  Rest in peace out to Harold Hunter
  All praise to the Holy Father
  All the smoke was secondhand
  Either way we'll never land
  Say a prayer 'fore I come around
  Blood of Jesus, please wipe me down
  New York
  [Verse 5: Fern]
  I wake up from my bed
  Look over, kiss my lil' girl in the head
  Cause everyday is Father's Day
  Just like everyday is a birthday, you dig?
  Third of the three little pigs
  The wisest one, I build my house up with bricks
  So when the storm came, we just came together in the Lord's name
  Bruh, I sold drugs
  Bruh, I been grimy
  Lord's stackin', you can ask 'bout me
  Had the OG's, they respected me
  The younger boys not remember me
  I was in them streets in the background
  Was your ganstar's gangsta, I spit game for free
  Nowadays when I recollect it and I put it down, gotta pay me
  When you say Hollywood, gotta say me
  When it comes to these raps and these APs
  Cadillacs always been a M.O
  Even when the old school broke down
  I'll patch 'em up, hit the skrip with 'em
  It's no surprise a brother on now
  When the streets get a chance to speak up
  They want a brother that's gon' eat with 'em
  Speak up about the same issues and run it straight
  Ain't gon' play with 'em
  My contents done changed up, so them twelve year olds need a young sheperd
  Looked at Santino right in his eyes
  He broked out laughin', he's so reckless
  He know I got now, it's no pressure
  But when it's his turn, let the grits burn
  That Lawrence Fishburne
  But it's on record how his old boy spit it like an old veteran
  Fernie
  Aha, I was old boy spitting like an old veteran
  [Outro: Kaleb Mitchell]
  I'm in a lane by myself
  Ain't checkin' for nobody else
  Whole team lookin' monsterish
  Don't really care for they acknowledgments
  You can miss me with the politics
  They lookin' at us like some problem kids
  Oh yeah
  Anti-political
  Yeah, I'm anti-political (anti-political)
  Anti-political
  Yeah, I'm anti-political