conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 8am in Charlotte with the following description: “8am in Charlotte” is the second single from Drake’s eighth studio album For All The Dogs, following September 2023’s “Slime You Out”. It is the sixth installment of Drake’s AM/PM series after “9AM in Dallas”, “5AM in Toronto”, “6PM in New York”, “4PM in Calabasas” and “7AM on Birdle Path”.
  The track’s existence was revealed on October 5, 2023 in an Instagram reel from Drake, with the track and its music video also being previewed in its entirety. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  In God's hands
   
  (
  Conductor
  )
  Be
   grateful
  That He was there
  Glory
   (Yeah)
  I'm out here on the road
  You can hear it in the voice 
  (
  Glory
  )
  Still get this shit off, though
  Look
  [Verse 1]
  The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell
  Fire top from a bitch that work at corporate sales
  Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel
  Breakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails
  I leave for tour and my niggas fuckin' go to jail
  Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselves
  It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale
  Knowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'caine, they think they Orson Welles
  Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the fuck you need more Chanel?"
  I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth-quarter sales
  I'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous meals
  The restaurant clears out, faint echoes of
   
  Lauryn Hill
  I say, "We gotta talk about us," I feel like Jordan Peele
  Could tell I'm gettin' under your skin like a orange peel
  'Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign film
  And now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror film
  Things get quiet after me statin' the obvious
  Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance
  That October sky is lookin' ominous
  The money is autonomous
  Shout' to Oliver North, he out in Rome doin' Toronto shit
  And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is
  I'm in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I'm a hobbyist
  Hoes waitin' on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist
  Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate
  Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian
  Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed
  I feel Czechoslovakian, nigga, what the fuck? [Interlude]
  Nah, I'm movin' different right now, for real, like
  I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, like
  This shit just too enticing right now, you know?
  Look
  [Verse 2]
  Diamonds do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glass
  Metal detectors beepin' and security bypass
  The numbers goin' up, someone pull up the line graph
  The days are goin' by, it's like I'm livin' in time-lapse
  Been talkin' to Adel like he majored in finance
  Shania Twain, notepad, I'm makin' it line-dance
  You tryna rob me, and it's gon' feel like you sittin' at your favorite restaurant 'cause, nigga, that's where you dyin' at
  Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters and fine cousins, the family all bad
  I'm preachin' to the dawgs about cleanin' they images
  I swear I'm like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces
  Long-kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis
  Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises
  That's what's really brackin' like this verse in parentheses
  I'm givin' hits to niggas on some, don't even mention it
  [Interlude]
  Like, don't even worry about it, like
  You can hit me back whenever, or
  Or don't, you know?
  It is what it is, I guess
  Yeah, hm
  Look [Verse 3]
  You young boys take some of that money and set it aside
  Not havin' enough to pay your tax is a federal crime
  You niggas obsessed with me, and it's not on no hetero vibe
  Handle beef so quiet, you think that I'm lettin' it slide
  Next thing you know, we tip-toein' past enemy lines
  Diss me so long ago, we making your memories fly
  Conspiracy theories start floatin' 'round like the Kennedy guy
  I'll prolly hold a grudge against you guys 'til I'm seventy-five
  Ayy, niggas lyin' for a livin', I couldn't relate
  We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldn't be Drake
  You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face
  That's why you got deserted by your niggas like puddin' and cake
  I got you on camera bowin' down, but the footage is safe
  Thank God, another USB to put in the safe
  Thank God, at the crib, dippin' my foot in the lake
  I swear that y'all turned me into the villain, I couldn't escape
  Not sayin' I'm the best at what I do
  I'm just sayin' that it's me versus whoever wanna lose
  Pick any one of the Who's Whos, I got .22s for new crews
  R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws
  Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews
  Niggas steady cryin' to my daddy, well, boo-hoo
  You prolly heard a lot about the boy, well, true, true, haha
  [Outro]
  (
  In God's hands
  ) Yeah
  (
  Be grateful
  )
  (
  That He was there
  )