conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called No Issue with the following description: Future and Juice WRLD team up for “No Issue,” a melodic track where they both rap about their wealth, sexual prowess, and beating their opposition over a trippy Wheezy-produced instrumental.
  An accompanying Cole Bennett-directed music video was released on October 24, 2018. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Future]
  Don't let these bitches get in your head
  (Wheezy outta here)
  Fallin’ out of love with Xanax
  Livin' my life on the edge
  I'm sacrificin’ everything
  I did Oxy, I don't need alcohol
  I pop Rolexes like they Adderall
  Continuin', deliverin' the substance
  I'ma be there for my bros, one call
  [Verse 1: Future & 
  Juice WRLD
  ]
  Don't you try and judge us like you ain't got no flaws
  Don't you try and judge us
  Don’t you try and trust us
  Let it go down, down, down ain’t no issue
  She gon' cry, cry, cry, she feel misused
  Uh, she wanna kick it, she know 
  judo
  I cannot save her, I’m not a hero
  Bank account commas and zeros
  Gucci, Amiri, my apparel
  Keep a pistol, let it hit ya, I'm official
  Fuck that bitch
  I will not kiss her, I won't miss her
  [Chorus: Juice WRLD]
  Make her cry, cry, cry, she need tissue
  I get high, high, high, and have no issue
  VVS on me, no igloo
  You say you fly, but we been flew
  Ahh, ahh, ah [Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
  I told that bitch it ain't no way around it like Future
  Come to find out, yesterday she was fuckin’ on Future
  Stripper bitches callin' on my phone
  They wanna know when I'll show up to the club
  'Cause I throw hunnids in that bitch, ain't throwin' dubs
  Spend a check, oh, money love
  Designer clothes, designer hoes, designer drugs
  50 K for the Birkin bag, did it just because
  I'm in Chicago where they drill, drill, drill, drill
  No Limit gang with me, yeah they real, real, real, real
  FBG
   up in here, Future real, real, real, real
  Perky pop, love the pills, mix it with Klonopins
  [Verse 3: Future]
  Yeah, draped up when I walk into the club
  Hundred racks in my pockets, and them Bloods
  Lot of Crip niggas spillin' lotta blood
  Got a million-dollar ice just because
  Exotic hoes, exotic clothes, exotic drugs
  All hundreds in my bank, ain't find a dub
  Blow some gas on that nigga, he a dub
  Untamed make me feel, feel, feel, feel
  No Limit gang whippin' that real, real, real, real
  Rest in peace, you either kill or be killed
  Bullets flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin'
  Homicide-cide-cide
  Let's get high, high, high [Chorus: Juice WRLD]
  Make her cry, cry, cry, she need tissue
  I get high, high, high and have no issues
  VVS on me, no igloo
  You say you fly, we been flew (Ah-aah)
  [Outro: Future]
  You can see what we done been through
  You didn't see the road we took, it was grimy
  You don't know the way we been through
  Bullets, fly, fly, fly
  Make you cry, cry, cry