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conversations.value: Write me a song called Gold Roses with the following description: “Gold Roses” serves as the lead single off of Rick Ross’s 10th studio album, Port of Miami 2.
  Frequent collaborators Drake and Ross go back and forth over a slow, thumping beat, rapping about where life stands at this moment in time.
  This track comes a month after the duo collaborated on Drake’s “Money in the Grave.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Drake]
  Yeah
  I'm home now, it's over now, so...
  Yeah
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  She got a thing for Chanel vintage that dropped before she could speak English
  Do you love me or love seekin' attention, I mean which one is it?
  You keep callin' me ya twin, but twins ain't this different
  Mentally I'm already on next year, that's some 20/20 clear vision
  You sayin' let you finish, I ain't tryna hear it
  I'm all for spiritual liftin', but I don't fly Spirit
  I'm all for findin' happiness, but down to die serious
  All smiles, Kevin Durant trials
  Had to blow it on the court, I must have blew a milli'
  I'm walkin' on all charges, that's my new Achilles
  I know they love to rock a check, but who gon' do it really? Really?
  My depositions never surface
  Tanenbaum know the logo on the jersey, it's gettin' purchased
  Ten years in and y'all yet to hear my most impressive verses
  Paid the cost to be the boss wasn't even my most expensive purchase
  Trust when I say I'm never on the shit they assumin' I'm on
  Tales about me are like corridos in Culiacán
  Sashimi from Saito, you know that man two Michelin Star
  Postcard from Grace Bay, sendin' my distant regards
  Vision wasn't mine, told my niggas the vision was ours
  Still a part of shorty even if we've been livin' apart
  Roxx'll do you filthy for me soon as I give him the nod
  Meanin' he'll blast for me like puttin' the 6 with the God
  Hop on a float to show the city the one they appointed
  The one that's rebuildin' schools and feedin' the homeless
  Hang with my niggas, but sometimes I be tryna avoid it
  'Cause they'll get to poppin' out of place like they double jointed
  Goals was the top of the pyramid in this shitty world
  "I gotta get the most of everything" is the axis on which it sit and twirls
  Point blank period, like a City Girl and then I bring it back to 50 world [Chorus: Drake & 
  Rick Ross
  ]
  Ayy, woah
  You made me this way, yeah
  Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
  Put some flowers in my vase, won't you?
  Let me know that I did okay, yeah
  Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no
  They love to wait 'til it's too late, it's too late
  This 
  different right
   here, yo
  [Verse 2: Rick Ross]
  I was nominated, never won a Grammy
  But I understand, they'll never understand me
  Lot of lives lost, but I never panicked
  Lot of lines crossed, I never did a Xanny
  A hundred room mansion but I felt abandoned
  Love makin' love, but where will love land me?
  Jealous, so their bitches be actin' like they sleepin' on us
  But they speakin' on us, jewelers quote us even numbers
  Still blowin' smoke as angels float above us
  Love givin' back, but will they ever love us?
  Chanel in the mail, FedEx from Pharrell
  And what I got for sale just sit on the scale
  Triple beam dream
  , a buck on the shades
  I really seen things give mothers the shakes
  I really bought cars for women on face
  I know it seem odd, but money amazin'
  College loans really did fuck up her credit
  Discover cards, look back, I know she regret it
  But we keep pushin', keep our foot on the pedal
  In the mirror she a blessin', rebukin' the devil
  Livin' on the edge, she keepin' me level
  Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever
  Money come and go, I'ma keep you forever (Forever)
  Slip-on glass slippers and tickle with feathers
  Everywhere we go, we create a dilemma
  Coming to America
  , really the set
  I'll let your soul glow, I'm keepin' you wet
  All my cold Decembers, I know she remembers
  Forgiveness for a sinner, but is it that simple?
  Holdin' on your hands, your body's a temple
  Fly you out to Cannes, ménages with bitches
  Lobsters and the prawns, thought you was Spanish
  Bottles for the Don
  , our parties the biggest (Biggest, biggest)
  (
  Maybach Music
  ) [Chorus: Drake]
  Ayy, woah
  You made me this way, yeah
  Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
  Put some flowers in my vase, won't you?
  Let me know that I did okay, yeah
  Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no
  They love to wait 'til it's too late, too late (Ayy)
  [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
  Had a dream she was singin' to me like Gladys Knight
  True love in the projects is called paradise
  All your niggas left, you wasn't actin' right
  But honesty itself a small sacrifice
  My money bag heavy, got me packin' light
  You movin' funny, can you fill my appetite?
  Niggas' conversations, a lot of it false
  He own condos right over Carnegie Hall
  Speak about your cars, but all of 'em parked
  Your niggas' money light, come out of the dark
  You really are my type, that's not a facade
  One of the reasons why I write, we got a synopsis
  I'm always at the top of barbershop gossip
  After further thought, better not knock 'em
  Allocate some dollars to go out shoppin'
  Bitch, we on the real, it's time to stop talkin' (Stop talkin', stop talkin') [Chorus: Drake]
  Ayy, woah
  You made me this way, yeah
  Before I'm gone outta this place, yeah
  Put some flowers in my vase, won't you?
  Let me know that I did okay, yeah
  Don't wait 'til some other day, no, no
  They love to wait 'til it's too late, too late (Ayy)