conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Just Like Bruddas with the following description: With production coming from Zaytoven (as the rest of the Beast Mode project is), Future breaks out the auto-tune and delivers a record for the bruddas to po' up & ride out to. Between boasting about cars and money though, Future finds time to address his relationship with ex-fiance, Ciara.
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  (
  Zaytoven
  )
  I gotta kick this flavor, you heard?
  Ah, that boy Steezy
  That's his bitch
  It's only Mexico 'round a nigga, feel me, you heard?
  [Chorus]
  You're chewing on bars, then they call you barbarian
  All I see is stars, fly a bitch out from Maryland
  Molly on file and I'm sipping out the styrofoam
  Cooking up dope, got more fish than aquarium
  Bend it over, pose for a Freebandz president
  I'm counting up 'cho while I'm counting up these presidents
  Slide down on a new diva, that's what we about
  Riding 'round with a two-liter, I'm so poured up
  Two-seater plush, few racks in the bumper
  A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers
  Treat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothers
  Few goons in the cut, treat 'em just like brothers
  [Verse 1]
  Chewing on the bars, and we call 'em barbarian
  I'm on my way to Mars, got the stars in the ceiling
  Down south, Georgia, boy, we the new Chopper City
  We the new Chopper City, we the new Chopper City, yeah
  Free B.G
  .
  Word to my youngin, we gon' dump on you
  That dirty money, I can smell the gunpowder
  That's dirty money, I can smell the gunpowder
  He got his hoodie with his hand in his right pocket
  And you gotta watch out or it's lights out
  Lights out, hotwire me an Eddie Bauer
  And I went and got it poppin', and I let them bullets shower [Chorus]
  You're chewing on bars, then they call you barbarian
  All I see is stars, fly a bitch out from Maryland
  Molly on file and I'm sipping out the styrofoam
  Cooking up dope, got more fish than aquarium
  Bend it over, pose for a Freebandz president
  I'm counting up 'cho while I'm counting up these presidents
  Slide down on a new diva, that's what we about
  Riding 'round with a two-liter, I'm so poured up
  Two-seater plush, few racks in the bumper
  A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers
  Treat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothers
  Few goons in the cut, treat 'em just like brothers
  [Verse 2]
  Off two milligrams, I forgot about my ex-ho ('Bout my ex-ho)
  Stayin' with the gas, fill my blunts up with petrol (Blunts up with petrol)
  Pop a couple double G's and down 'em with some XO (Down 'em with some XO)
  Trippin' off them bars, you forgot when you was dead broke (yeah)
  Styrofoams and mula, yeah, styrofoams and mula (Freebandz)
  Half a million dollars on a ring, I'm taking Percocets
  Down five Xanax and I pray I wake up and forget
  I been with the gang 'cause they love me how I am
  Shit ain't been the same, they talkin' 'bout me on the 'Gram
  They say I turned my back on my baby mama, I'm on them tabs
  And my hood looking up to me, I love them niggas to death
  Even in the afterlife, when ain't a breath of me left [Chorus]
  You're chewing on bars, then they call you barbarian
  All I see is stars, fly a bitch out from Maryland
  Molly on file and I'm sipping out the styrofoam
  Cooking up dope, got more fish than aquarium
  Bend it over, pose for a Freebandz president
  I'm counting up 'cho while I'm counting up these presidents
  Slide down on a new diva, that's what we about
  Riding 'round with a two-liter, I'm so poured up
  Two-seater plush, few racks in the bumper
  A few goons in the cut, I treat 'em just like brothers
  Treat 'em just like brothers, treat 'em just like brothers
  Few goons in the cut, treat 'em just like brothers
  [Outro]
  He got his hoodie with his hand in his right pocket
  And you gotta watch out or it's lights out
  Lights out, hotwire me an Eddie Bauer
  And I went and got it poppin', and I let them bullets shower