conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Fly In with the following description: “Fly in” is the sequel to Tha Carter’s intro track, “Walk In.” This trend started in 2002, when Weezy started off 500 Degreez with “Fly Talkin.”
  This song is continued at the end of this album with “Fly Out.” Two other songs on the album, “Carter II” and “Fly Out,” use the same beat. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  So they ask me
  "Young boy
  What you gon' do the second time around?
  How you gon' come back?"
  I tried told 'em
  "I come back like 32
  I jump back like 33"
  Ugh, hit me
  That's nothing
  This is 
  Tha Carter II
  , people
  This is 
  Tha Carter II
  , people
  Hey
  [Verse]
  They call me Mr. Carter, I kissed the daughter
  Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father
  Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
  I will put them body on chill like glaciers
  , gracias
  I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious
  Going against me is atheist
  I got my angels on my shoulder
   
  and a quarter of that angel dust
  I ain't sniffing, I'm just pitching, your honor
  I ain't snitching, your honor
  Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power
  Vacate when that kitchen get hotter
  I just sit on the counter
  Open the cabinet, close the cupboard
  Put that jar in the skillet, drop a four in the bubbles
  I remember being young, tryna hustle my dope
  Tryna tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
  Tryna tell you 'fore you jump that my MAC ain't broke
  You ain't tryna see how far that black back lane go, no
  Call me Pac-Man, your ghost is blue
  I got my Red River rubies and my ocean blue jewelry
  Usually I'm a hooligan for the money
  Yeah, I'm eating, but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh
  Make harm and I bomb you in public
  Hit you with the straight-arm, no warning, nothing
  Look, it's morning, no yawning or nothing
  I ain't sleeping, I'm up tryna take a nigga lunch
  You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts
  Then shake a nigga shorts and we taking what we want
  I'm so 504, you got to kill me here
  If you ever looking for me, bitch, I will be here
  Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here
  Lot of niggas ran from me, but I still be here
  No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental
  Crack the Phil', crack the roof, and roll up the windows
  And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home
  That's why I holler Hollygrove on each and every song
  You leaping at a dog, a dog with no bark
  Just a bite like an old shark
  And all you rich niggas know Pa, I'm talking 'bout Stunna
  He like, "Keep your dough," he got your ho
  And the sun shines on the king and sets on the prince
  I met the Birdman and I been shining ever since, like that