conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called No Pressure Freestyle with the following description: “No Pressure Freestyle” is a teaser track released by Logic via social media platforms before his Confessions of a Dangerous Mind Tour with JID and YBN Cordae began in the fall of 2019.
  The song notably contains references to Logic’s 2014 album Under Pressure and ends with Bobby flashing a new wedding band and mentioning that he has a son on the way. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse]
  Ayo, I never had a car‚ that's why I hate the fucking bus
  Took the 61 to Germantown and hear them guns bust
  Call it static‚ headphones on‚ it's Illmatic
  On my Rosa Parks in the back writin' like B Rabbit
  How I carry it, gimme the beat and then I'ma bury it
  Producin' tracks for the underground like Harriet
  Too alive like twins in the womb, come hither‚ consume
  All of my memories from past and present like two identities
  Logic fallin' off is an obscenity, top five I bet I be, steadily listening
  Goddamn‚ goddamn—conversations with people
  Crazy how one day the legends forget that they equal
  On this Under Pressure sequel we not takin' it back, we keepin' it pushin'
  People scared of change, but you'll find me deep in a cushion
  Readin' Nostradamus at 90 degrees, better believe
  I turn a prophet with ease, diacritical lifestyle, I'm always overseas
  Hurricane Bobby in the studio blowin' trees
  With the topic I drop it fuck around and leave 'em all concussed
  When I bust no thrust, world we livin' in is fucked
  Industry rule number 4,081, your new shit ain't good as your old shit
  'Til your new shit is your old shit, son
  , in this sun, let me get some
  I wear this 24 karat solid gold rollie for my son as an heirloom
  Not for lookin' dope as I rhyme
  As a representation to give your family your time
  Searchin' for love in the industry you'll be let down
  They don't love you 'til you dead and then they call you profound
  That's the truth
  I'm close to the cliff, like Rick Dalton in the booth
  Money ain't the key to happiness and this the proof
  Modern day rappers like a golden era spoof
  But a few of us resurging within a second, renaissance
  And I know that my debutantes
  Keepin' a legacy goin' by flowin' so involuntarily seamless
  Me and my team is finally reapin' what we been sowin' like a seamstress
  Now listen up, check it
  I said I live by the beat, I die by the beat, since 1990 ah
  I live by the beat, I die by the beat, like MPC Akai
  Who I name William after 'cause I get bills from these beats
  Fuck the industry, know we keepin' it real up in these streets
  Came up in a world that's off its axis
  All that's promised, death and taxes
  And a dope ass tour by L-O-G-I-C
  Cordae and JID, but that shit ain't free, now check it (
  Sinatra
  )
  Yeah, and on that note I keep it G
  Like track four, kick in the door by BIG
  Don't believe me, look that shit up, I promise you'll find the key
  To that punchline, I'm feelin' just fine
  Let the abyss of my, my, my, my mind consume
  Snap my fingers like Thanos and Bobby Boy bringin' the doom
  'Cause I'm 630, killin' shit, hands down and dirty
  That white boy can't rap, he talk good and act nerdy
  Feelin' good yeah, I'm feelin' lovely
  Backyard sunset, sippin on that Bubly
  Ice Cube in my nightcap, it was a good day
  You heard what the hood say, Logic what you should play
  Killin' shit like OJ, I'm rhymin' like old Jay
  Hip-hop phenom, play arenas like I'm Coldplay
  All day, we get it like that, we got it, got it, all day
  Sinatra [Outro]
  Nothing but peace, love, and positivity to the whole wide world
  RattPack, you already know what it is man
  BobbyBoy Records, we out this bitch (
  Logic
  )
  And I'm havin' a little baby
  Surprise, it's a little baby boy
  Fuck TMZ, they can't get the scoop on that shit
  Welcome little Bobby to the world one time
  Alright, I'm done
  That's it, yeah