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conversations.value: Write me a song called Power Circle with the following description: Intro song from Maybach Music Group’s second compilation release, Self Made Vol. 2 featuring Kendrick Lamar of TDE/Black Hippy.
  It is Gunplay who steals the spotlight on this track, out-shining all of MMG and Kendrick.
  Squares don’t fit into circles – as seen in Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man:
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Rick Ross]
  If Michael Jackson came alive right now
  He'd ask you to smoke one for him
  So in his honor
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
  Think you're Dee Brown, jump if you want
  I put it on my momma and her very last nerve
  Ricky Madoff everything I deserve
  The square root of a kilo is me nigga
  The square root of a kilo is me nigga
  Do the math, I'm a motherfucking G nigga
  [Verse 2: Gunplay]
  It's all on me now, as you can see now
  I'm gon' get this money and I will not be denied
  Been shittin' on you fucks a long time, time to pee now
  When you finish first they hate you worse, startin to see now
  I'm at the round table, where your seat at?
  Where your plate, where your lobster, where your sea bass?
  We ain't never left, acting like we back
  You should see us now taking pictures acting like we rap
  This the circle that'll murk you, blackout, short circuit
  Somebody show them square ass niggas the first exit
  This here reserved for soldiers most definitely
  So watch what you say and where you step more carefully
  If I fall in the field and ain't no more air for me
  Pour some on the ground and put one in the air for me
  Tell my enemies fuck 'em, they know already but fuck 'em
  Tell 'em again with a middle finger and a chuckle
  You don't know nann nigga, nope, uh uh
  This famous that'll still throw copper
  Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle
  Fire the ganja back up
  Throw some blow in my tobacco
  Then crank the Lac up
  One match left, this the last turn
  Santeria candles in my sanctuary burn
  I'mma earn 'til the last court adjourn
  'Til the last gavel drop we gon' have it locked
  We gon' have it locked
  We gon' have it locked [Verse 3: Stalley]
  I'm part of the small percentage of niggas who make it out the ghetto
  But niggas tried to pull me back cause misery loves company
  It's funny how they come for me when they see me living comfortably
  But when I was broke and sleeping on floors they ain't want nothing from me
  My future's so bright but my past so ugly
  And I just try to correct it all but it all still haunts me
  Tried to section off the past but it still haunts me
  So I accept what got me here, reflecting in this rocking chair
  All this space created, all that hard work it got me here
  So what I look like telling a nigga that I shouldn't be here
  Power to the people so the people shouldn't live in fear
  And I'll be that raising voice and tell the people treat us fair
  Warring in the streets tell them soldiers to meet us there
  Out in the open all alone, I felt the coldest air
  Secluded in my thoughts in fear
  No one to talk to, no one there
  Not even a voice, not even an ear
  No one alive, no one to care
  Now I got a power circle, 
  now I'm on a power trip
  And they calling me counterfeit cause I ain't gave a coward shit
  Stone me, throw me a pile of shit but you won't pull me out of it
  It's funny how it comes full circle
  Now they wanna be a part of the power circle
  They wanna be a part of the power circle [Bridge: Wale]
  May the wind be at your back
  May the bad be in your past
  May the kids take all your good
  And your wife have class
  And you realize your goals
  And what's life without grind
  Those niggas, yo' niggas?
  Hope those niggas real as mine
  May the wind be at your back
  May the bad be in your past
  May the kids take all your good
  And your wife have class
  And you realize your goals
  And what's life without grind
  Those niggas, yo' niggas?
  Hope those niggas real as mine
  [Verse 4: Wale]
  There's a difference between underrated and hasn't made it
  Once you successful they relentlessly giving you hatred
  There's no applause for ya and success is hard for ya
  There's enemies, envy, with green my niggas -- lawnmower
  And I'm on tour, Jordan 4's, Tom Ford
  And I ain't thugging, they clapping at me, a encore
  Got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy
  I give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit a safety
  Shit is crazy when entertainment ain't entertaining
  And my inner sanctum need real estate
   
  I'm out my cabeza
  Jealousy's for the weak, you ain't happy I made it
  I be feeling like brother Malcolm just out of the Nation
  Allah got us cause if we hollered a lost numbers
  I seen hustlers turn cluckers out niggas grandmothers
  So shut the fuck up and listen, fuck all them stuck up musicians
  My circle small but regardless, my circumference official
  My clothes different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmage
  They gon' blitz us but ain't no way that they gon' hit us
  I'm so elusive, so my niggas be goin' through it
  Guess it's a wrap when your co-defendant make soul music
  Cash rule the world -- at least it do with girls
  At least it do with churches,
   seek the truth and true it hurts
  If they real, then they real -- my niggas deserve it
  And we don't deal with weak squares in this power circle
  We don't deal with weak squares in this power circle [Verse 5: Meek Mill]
  I'm like welcome to the power circle
  I came a long way, I started with a powdered circle
  Clique full of real niggas that'll probably murk you
  Cause they about that murder game you do a lot of verbal
  Lotta talking, lotta Tweeting, 'til you hear that chopper speaking
  Kill my dog, I kill your dog, we tied even, I'd believe it
  If you see it then you got it, nigga never give up
  Cause if you grindin' you gon' be rich before you can look up
  My cousin Knock told me never teach niggas to cook up
  Cause you can sell 'em hard for the low and give 'em the hookup
  And still make the profit
  The streets say I'm the hottest and a nigga still modest
  I'm just being honest
  Back to the wall, never let 'em get behind us
  Mac in my draws fitting right in my designers
  Look at my persona, I dreamed it, woke up and conquered
  And there was commas after commas, I eat 'em like Benihanas
  Put the shrimp over the pasta, the pasta over the lobster
  And the lobster over the table, power circle a mafia
  Just talkin' money, talkin' money what you talkin' bout?
  Probably talkin' bout us, we the only thing to talk about
  Cause we the only thing to talk about
  Cause we the only thing to talk about
  [Verse 6: Kendrick Lamar]
  Look inside the eyes of the last Mohicans survived
  You won't last a weekend outside
  Seen a pastor tweaking, then sunk his teeth in a rock his demise
  Later on that evening you heard the grieving of angels that cried
  See a demon don't compromise
  And so I walk alone with a cross and a diamond stone
  I'm a diamond inside the rough that's too mighty for maricons
  I might as well put all my killers in YSL
  Put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell
  Hell's fire, I never lie, you will never grind
  I know the priors they running by us when we do crime
  I know that section eight wanna discontinue my Moms
  When they heard that Ohio State gave me 30 racks in July
  Oh Lord, this can't be life, no it can't be life
  When they day breaks and you earned them stripes
  And you learned that strike
  From upstate will adjourn that life and confirm that life
  It's good bait for the warden that might get awarded and write
  Now your fate can record it denied a reporter replied
  The death rate will eventually climb, so eventually I'm
  On a track race for the dough before time get a clock that resigns
  So about face if it ain't business, I get offended
  , I mind
  Now one fake, I'm a realist in strive, 
  I'm a billion in five
  Well a billion cause the limit is the sky and I live on cloud nine
  And I recognize my nemesis gon' try to put a finish in my shine
  But pussy, we'll hurt you
  Life in the power circle
  [Outro: Rick Ross]
  Regardless of how it goes down
  Life goes on, am I right?
  Tried to warn you niggas
  I tried to warn you niggas
  It's too late now
  Double M-G
  Too much cake
  Too much power
  Too much respect
  Bow down, nigga
  Ugh!