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conversations.value: Write me a song called Kinda Like a Big Deal with the following description: The first single from Til the Casket Drops is classic braggadocio rap; Pusha and Malice are joined by the King of Humility himself, Kanye West, who uses his verse to brag about hooking up with a retarded girl (not “retarded”, literally retarded). Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Pusha T]
  "Til the Casket Drops!"
  Third time's the charm right? Hahaha!
  Come on
  [Verse 1: Pusha T]
  I'm kinda like a big deal
  It's unbelievable, you see my warning gives you big chills
  The flow running on BIG's heels
  My life after death, BIG ain't get to see how this feels
  Third time's the charm, baby
  After two classics, another stripe up on my arm baby
  It's a blessing to blow a hundred thou' in a recession
  With no second guessin'
  Ha-ha, we're ballin', drop tops we're floorin'
  Champagne we're pourin', 
  Re-Up is the gang and I'm all in
  To the powder and the flame I have fallen
  Get money, blow money is my calling
  Yuugh! Watch a nigga burn through it
  Life's a maze, you twist and you turn through it
  The driest of droughts, maneuvered and I earned through it
  I'm set straight like a perm do it, Push
  [Hook: Pusha T]
  They whispering about us, I know you haters doubt us
  How you count our money? We ain't even finished counting
  Pardon me, I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal [Verse 2: Kanye West]
  Ayo, I'm sitting on top of the, it's more than a feeling, ain't it?
  I be killing, damn it, I'm illin', I'm illin', ay-ay-ay-ay
  Meet Mr. Popular, go get your binoculars
  And see "Penthouse 3" where a nigga be
  Spitting fire on a PJ, in my PJs
  Fire Marshall said I took it to the max like TJ
  Y'all ain't peep, I said Marshall's, replay
  I guess I'm like the black Marshall meets Jay
  Meet 'Ye, alligator souffle, got it made
  Special Ed got head from a girl in special ed
  You know the pretty ones in that dumb class
  But she got that dumb ass
  Hit high school and got pregnant dumb fast
  "What happened, Tisha? Your boyfriend cum fast?"
  Turn around, give me pound like we folks
  "Hell no, I went raw, dawg, three strokes"
  [Hook: Pusha T]
  They whispering about us, I know you haters doubt us
  How you count our money? We ain't even finished counting
  Pardon me, I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal
  [Verse 3: Malice]
  Lights, cameras, action!
  The chain itself's a damn distraction
  You claim the belt, the glory I bask in
  I'm B. Hop in the ring, niggas, you cash in
  It's like stopping a train, nigga think he's stopping my reign
  Talk slick while dropping my name?
  I'm putting y'all to shame, diamonds in the little hand
  50 percent splits, I X out the middleman
  A far cry from a stash in the rental van
  I'm the reason the hood need a dental plan
  Ladies and gentlemen, introducing
  The C-4S with the rims protruding
  The roof vamoose, like a magic show
  Got me looking to the heavens like a javelin throw
  Y'all twiddle your thumbs like the average Joe
  But just as you reap, so shall you sow [Hook: Pusha T]
  They whispering about us, I know you haters doubt us
  How you count our money? We ain't even finished counting
  Pardon me, I must say, I'm kinda like a big deal