conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Live from 504 with the following description: “Live from 504” was a song from Lil Wayne’s Da Drought 3 mixtape. It was also feature on BET’s Rap City. The song samples Young Dro’s “Shoulder Lean.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Dro, fuck with me! (
  C Gutta!
  ) Yeah
  [Verse]
  Live from the 504
  It's Mr. Crazy Flow, jumping like a bungee, no rope
  Even in the dungeon, I glow; even if it ain't sunny, I glow
  If it ain't about money, I go... nowhere—I'm nailed to the floor
  Money controls where I go, it is the sail to my boat
  And it's going down, it's going down, like there's a whale in the boat
  See, you can smell that I smoke, and yep, I sip that lean
  You hit me with that combination, it make my eyes bleed
  I'm a shark in the water, yep, I swim with the big
  So I don't have time to deal with Willie the Squid
  L-L-Lilypad niggas, L-L-Look at the monster
  Y-Y-You don't want to crash, like "La-La-La Bamba"
  See it's me, Ronnie, and Terry; and my new drop is berry
  Watermelon, plum; just call it "fruit punch"
  I'm an old rapper getting new bucks
  And all you new rappers, you just new lunch (New lunch)
  Flow sick, so sick, need a doc, yes
  A creature, monster, like the Loch Ness
  I gets hotter by the tock, before I sizzle to death
  I just tell the clock, "Gimme a sec"
  In the middle of the war—where my enemy at?
  I'm running this bitch, like Eric Bieniemy back
  'Cause e'ery time I hit a track, I'm like an energy pack
  The instruments are crying out, "Where the sympathy at?"
  Yeah, if you betting money, baby, him'll be back
  Whatever legends look like, bitch, I'm finna be that
  I walked right in hip-hop, like, "Where my dinner be at?"
  I ate that, and I was like, "Where my dinner be at?"
  I hate that women lie, so I lie to them back
  Got two bitches in my pants—quiet? Neither them that
  A lot of bitches want dick, I give a lot of them that
  Let's do a pill, I can fuck you for an hour with that
  And to the kids, drugs kill—I'm acknowledging that
  But when I'm on a drug, I don't have a problem with that
  And my niggas got guns the size of toddlers, biatch
  And we aiming right at your fucking collar, biatch—pow!