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conversations.value: Write me a song called Follow me Home (From Hood Tales to the Cover of XXL) with the following description: On “Follow me Home,” Jay Rock enlists the help of fellow California native Kendrick Lamar for an introspective recollection of how he went from rags to riches. The two rappers discuss the difficult upbringing they went through and give a realistic description of life in the hood. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Jay Rock]
  Pop
  [Verse 1: Jay Rock]
  Walking through Watts
  Where the streets painted with gangsters and crooked cops
  Benjamin Franks, same case and crack cocks
  That's all we know
  Make it up out the hood, that's all we hope
  Smoking cookie backwards, got TV's in it
  Sell they soul, just to get the cocaine feeling
  Don't get caught slipping, humping them projects
  Wrong turn, wrong color will get you top decked
  YG's, they'll do anything for stripes
  Hard headed, don't even take OG's advice
  Hood rats bitches do anything for ice
  Set you up, good pussy will take your life
  And why do the police scared to roll through the niggas in gardens
  Even they ass stay with the target
  Crack spots, moving out the unit apartment
  My neighborhood trife, you couldn't walk a day in my life
  So yeah
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & 
  Jay Rock
  ]
  I'm from the gutter, that's all that I know
  Crack pot, dope spots, gun shots, I wonder, will you follow me home?
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, south paws, we out here, and Pharrell here
  Don't come 'round here, looking for John Doe
  That's something that I know, 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Jay Rock]
  And I'm stocked like .40 tucked in my drawers
  Over the stove, catch me whipping a ton of tar
  Chopping it down, smoke is on foot, in and out
  The choppers is popped, niggas will kill you over an ounce, it's real
  Can't squeal, welcome to Iraq, city rats
  Roaches on the corners of cul de sacs
  Click, clack (Pow), officers down
  LA PD on tv with bullet holes
  Don't tell him where bullets go
  Send him to Martin Luther, pull him from the shooters
  Stay home on your computer
  We ain't internet banging, nigga we really hating
  Out here, all my life I gave blood sweat and tears
  In these streets, don't show no signs of fear
  Niggas eat you alive, put holes in your ride
  Snatch up your kids when you see 'em sitting outside
  Watch by survivor, I'm grateful that I'm alive
  Streets
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar & 
  Jay Rock
  ]
  I'm from the gutter, that's all that I know
  Crack pot, dope spots, gun shots, I wonder, will you follow me home?
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, when the sun falls, we out here, and Pharrell here
  Don't come 'round here, looking for John Doe
  That's something that I know, 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah