conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 1800 Nights (Kno the Meaning Freestyle) with the following description: On “1800 Nights”—a freestyle of Future’s 2015 song “Kno The Meaning”—Kodak speaks his mind, rapping about how his life is going.
  The freestyle was originally to drop on January 18th, but Kodak was arrested for drug possession, child neglect, and grand theft of a firearm, releasing the next day. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  This shit crazy, dog
  My young bull was just with me last night
  I shifted, dog, he got caught up
  And the vehicle he was in had all my raps that I wrote when I was locked up a couple bids, you know?
  1800 nights
  [Verse 1]
  I was just thinkin' 'bout family
  Thinkin' 'bout Pop Hendley them
  Don't say you love me if you don't mean that shit
  And I'm thuggin' hard 'cause I mean that shit
  I was just thinkin' 'bout my family
  They been feelin' like I abandoned them
  Why the fuck am I walking around here with a Glock for?
  Nigga livin' dirty so I gotta keep the mop on me
  Got a street sweeper, but I still keep the mop though
  I put everything I got on
  I ain't seen my brother in a week
  I put too much time in the streets
  Momma stop cryin' 'bout me
  Momma stop cryin' 'bout me
  Momma don't worry 'bout me
  All you gotta do is love King
  I hope y'all see what I be thinkin' 'bout
  I'm smilin'
  I just smile just to cope now
  But I'm wildin'
  I swear to God I'm tryin'
  I'm tryna slow down
  My people tellin' me to slow down
  I fell in love with the fourth pound
  You would think I'm with the Zoe Pound
  Shoutout to ATL
  But where I'm from we won't say "12"
  We say "Tro-down"
  The raiders out there just rolled around
  All my niggas gettin' rico
  All my niggas gettin' rico
  He ain't tellin' 'cause he G code
  Promise he ain't tellin' 'cause he G code
  He ain't gon' tell ya if he know
  If you 'round me
  I promise if you 'round me, he's Zoe
  He a zombie, he Zoe
  A zombie on earth, I'ma Zoe
  I brought hell on earth for these hoes
  You my heaven on earth, you my hoe, baby
  You my old lady
  All them hoes hatin'
  Well fuck what them hoes say
  We rockin' Gucci with Dolce
  Love my ol' girl, love my old lady
  I'm freestylin' don't mind me
  I don't know what I'm thinkin'
  But I don't pop molly
  I'm freestylin' don't mind me
  I don't know what I'm sayin'
  My chauffeur don't like speedin'
  I like the Tesla better when it drive me
  I can sit back on IG
  I ain't gotta look up when the light green
  I'm on the i- on autopilot, my bitch ridin' me
  Cruise control
  I thank the lord I ain't lose my soul
  1800 nights I done sacrificed
  Triple cross like Jesus Christ [Verse 2]
  You ain't understand me I'ma tell you twice
  I'm ugly corner, even when I die
  I'm wonderin' if you love me like I
  I'm wonderin' if you thuggin' like how I be
  Head first, is he runnin' right behind me?
  Nah, fuck that, you better be runnin' right beside me
  It's like everything that I touch, it just be fallin' apart
  I can't leave my past behind me
  I wanna know what's goin' on in the projects
  I wanna slide and go see what it look like
  Remember Pop hit a lick on a four wheeler
  E Murder, almost lost his life on a dirt bike
  I seen a cracker to my left so I turned right
  I lost my re-up money tryna shoot dice
  My niggas leavin' niggas stank for some hood rank
  You ain't got no street cred, ain't got no Woo stripes
  Thinkin' 'bout my niggas and my family
  They the only ones that understand me
  Pop the clutch, fishtail on the banshee
  The Devil sent me a blessing
  My dreads like devil horns, they don't know that I be on my damn knees
  Forgive me lord, forgive me lord that I fell for it
  Forgive me lord that I fell short
  I'm dressin' plain in the airport
  Bust a nigga brain if you care for it
  Young nigga what would you do for it
  Her boyfriend smokin' Newports
  Just put my baby momma in a new foreign
  'Bout to write a book, no Dr. Seuss, boy
  I got stories like a news reporter
  Like a book, put my momma in two stories
  I'm postin' in the hood 'cause the school borin'
  I'm smokin' Cherry Pie, I don't smoke Spice
  I would never tell you about my old life
  Sniper biker
  Pop a wheelie on the Raptor
  I got snakes in my closet, I'm a rattler
  And I keep body bags for a rapper
  Hidin' from my past, got me runnin' from a cracker
  Lil' Kodak they just wanna see you captured
  I'm snappin' and I'm flashin' like a camera
  You don't know the meaning behind it
  You don't know the reason I'm like this
  Sincerely me
  I'm feelin' this beat
  To all my niggas in prison, if you listenin' right now, I miss you