conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called You & The 6 with the following description: This song is dedicated to Drake’s mother, Sandi Graham. Drake discusses many of the issues he had growing up, and how both his city and his mother helped him cope with all of it.
  
  Also the song samples another mixtape song, “The Calm” from So Far Gone between the 1st and the 2nd verse.
  I’m just so far gone
  October’s own
  Please leave me alone
  Drunk off champagne
  Screamin' in the phone
  See my house is not a home Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Rider shit
  [Verse 1]
  Having conversations with mama, man, my life is a mess
  Ain't been returning the texts, so she been reading the press
  She got Google Alerts, them shits go straight to her phone
  She worry 'bout me from home, you know she raised me alone
  She said, "I heard you back with you know who"
  I told her, "girl, I'm always back with you know who," yeah
  And she like, "Who are we kidding? You're 27, you're just being you
  You're your father's child, man, thank God you got some me in you"
  At least I always, at least I always see it through
  At least I'm always being true to what you taught me
  Retired teacher, but your words still got me evolvin'
  Never get sloppy drunk, but alcohol is problem solvin'
  And look I hate it when you hate on all my girlfriends
  And assistants always convinced that there's someone better
  Like that girl from your gym who trains you
  I know you wanna arrange it, you told me she's free Thursday
  And I'm sure that she's an angel, but she don't want this life
  The timing ain't right
  Maybe one day, but even one day with us is the time of her life
  We do things that people pay to document
  You got the sweetest heart
  But I'm not here to give out compliments
  Or boost nobody's confidence, momma
  I got no friends in this, momma
  I don't pretend with this, momma
  I'on joke with this, momma
  I pull the knife out my back and I cut they throat with it, momma
  I'm Game of Thrones with it, momma
  I'm Home Alone with it, momma
  I'm t-
  I really hate using this tone with you, momma
  I really hate gettin' aggressive on this phone with you, momma
  I really hate wasting your time to check a clone or two, momma
  It's just they cloning me, momma
  Them niggas wannabes, momma
  Its like - I'm the one they wanna be, momma
  I just- I- I can't be out here being vulnerable, momma
  I mean I kill 'em every time they do a song with me, momma
  I sing a hook they sing along with me, momma
  What more they want  from me, momma?
  Yeah, this is a crazy life
  But you and the six raised me right
  "Don't ever take advice," that was great advice [Refrain]
  You and the six raised me right, that shit saved my life
  [Verse 2]
  Yeah!
  Having conversations with momma, we start talkin' 'bout dad
  You know he dropping a single, he saying this is his window
  That nigga still wearing linen, that nigga still in the club
  Call him after we get off the phone and show him some love
  That nigga Memphis for real, girl, he love you to death
  He made mistakes throughout his life that he still doesn't accept
  But he just want our forgiveness, 
  and fuck it, look how we're living
  I'm content with this story, who are we not to forgive him?
  At least I been to a prison, at least I know what it's like
  I used to rap on the phone with one of his friends doing life
  And now I got me a Grammy, that could be part of the reason
  Let's just call this shit even, we got some things to believe in
  Do you remember back to Weston Road, Scarlett Road?
  Hangin' with Aaron Bell and Reny
  Shit could've gone south for me, he looked out for me, ma
  He never let me do drugs
  He let me shoot a gun one summer, but out there everyone does
  He made me listen to his music, old music, soul music
  Shit that can only be created if you go through it
  I used to get teased for being black
  And now I'm here and I'm not black enough
  'Cause I'm not acting tough
  Or making stories up 'bout where I'm actually from, yeah
  But I just roll with it, momma, rolling stone with it, momma
  Gotta be careful around Rolling Stone
  Or anyone that's tryna throw stones at me, momma
  I'm not condoning it, momma
  They will not tear nothing down,
   I built this home for you, momma
  Know I don't call enough, momma
  I just been working with so little time for personal, momma, yeah
  Hard labor let me pay the price [Refrain]
  You and the six raised me right, that shit saved my life