conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 6 Foot 7 Foot with the following description: The first single off Carter IV features rap aristocrat Cory Gunz & Lil Wayne yearning to go home (Harry Belafonte style..)
  In the House of Detention for Men, the oldest jail on Rikers Island, each inmate’s cell is 6 feet by 8 feet by 7 feet.
  Wayne flexes on a rather minimalistic beat. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Harry Belafonte]
  Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
  Six-six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  Ahem
  Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
  Swagger down pat; call my shit Patricia
  Young Money militia
  , 
  and I am the commissioner
  You no wan' start Weezy 'cause the 'F' is for finisher
  So misunderstood, but what's a world without enigma?
  Two bitches at the same time; synchronized swimmers
  Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
  Never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her
  Life is the bitch, and death is her sister
  Sleep is the cousin—what a fuckin' family picture
  You know Father Time, and we all know Mother Nature
  It's all in the family, but I am of no relation
  No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration
  Black and white diamonds; fuck segregation
  Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
  Young Money runnin' shit, and you niggas just runner-ups
  I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doin' this shit
  Lil Tunechi or Young Tuna Fish, ha!
  [Chorus: Harry Belafonte, 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
   (
  Yeah
  )
  Six-six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
   (
  I'm goin' back in
  ) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Okay
  I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
  I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
  Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
  But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy
  Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest
  I beat the beat up; call it self-defense
  Swear, man, I be seein' through these niggas like sequins
  Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
  Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant
  Married to the money, fuck the world; that's adultery
  You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo' ass talk
  Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt
  Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on 
  deadbolt
  Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off
  Real nigga all day and tomorrow
  But these ma'fuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke
  Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya
  Try me and run into a wall; outfielder
  You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights
  The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
  Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a king do
  If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon
  Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall
  I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
  And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
  But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
  Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the half of it
  Young Money, Cash Money...
   uh
  Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
  Bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna
  People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
  Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep, so I can't find her
  You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
  I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
  Yeah, with a swag, you would kill for
  Money too strong; pockets on bodybuilder
  Jumped in a wishin' well, now wish me well
  Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell [Verse 3: Cory Gunz]
  Yeah, word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
  Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
  Llama scream,
   
  hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
  Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
  I-I play the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see
  Son of Gun, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me
  Pause for this dumber speech,
   
  I glow like Buddha
  Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda
  Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch,
   
  I'm bold like Cuba
  And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya
  I be mackin', 'bout my stackin', amount I pack like a mover
  Shout to ratchet for backin' out on behalf of my shooter
  Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
  Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
  , 
  Wayne
  These niggas out they mind
  , 
  I done told these fuck niggas so many times
  That I keep them bucks steady on my mind
  , 
  tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause
  To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love, keep throwin' my sign
  In the middle, 
  hit 'em up, piece on my side, ‘cause ain't no peace on my side
  Bitch, I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad
  Tune told me to, I'm shootin' when the funeral outside
  I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga
  Ya heard? 
  Gunna