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conversations.value: Write me a song called Toast Freestyle (Runaway Remix/Kanye Diss) with the following description: The reunited Dipset leaders go at Kanye over his own “Runaway” beat.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Jim Jones]
  People might hear this and they might take it the wrong way
  That's what people do
  Like I give a fuck
  They gonna think we starting trouble like usual
  But we just viewing our opinion
  Some people might get offended
  I ain't trying to ruffle nobody feathers
  But you niggas ain't gonna do shit
  [Verse 1: Jim Jones]
  Now, I'm always flying, always driving something new
  And it makes me cry for half the shit that I've been through
  So gifted back then when it came to selling the coke
  So now we pop rose every night just to make a toast
  [Hook: Sen City]
  Let's have a toast for the pushers
  Let's make a toast to the strippers
  To the connects when we re-up
  Knocking points off when we meet up
  Let's have a toast to the new Porsche
  The one you bitches in when we murk off
  Baby, I got a plan
  I'mma need you to cook a thousand grams [Verse 2: Cam'ron]
  I fuck with hoes that do check scams
  And pop E pills, yeah, call 'em X-Clan
  So I tell 'em, "Vanglorious"
  'Elz Neo, the One; Cam's Morpheus
  Dipset, yeah, you know who's scorching this
  All of these kids should open a damn orphanage
  What up Jetlag? What up Sin City?
  Killers first, Killa first; niggas been pretty
  And Kanye, you a sucker nigga
  Dis Dame, so my attitude is "fuck a nigga"
  Sucking Jigga, how you gonna live with that?
  Took your beat — now, come get it back
  Fuck what Mama say, whip color is marmalade
  Modern-day Wilt Chamberlain, hoes andale
  Yeah Malibu, boo, but it's Dom today
  Shout to Weeso coming home, Tone, John, and Dre, ay
  [Verse 3: Jim Jones]
  And half these rap niggas still living a facade
  Mention my name and I'll be thinking that they hard
  But catch them out of bounds, and they ain't really like that
  Catch us out of town, and we be living like that
  Spent thirty thou, but we 'bout it on the flight back
  Ash
   call 
  Yandy
  , one show and get it right back
  Think about the strip where I used to spend nights at
  Spent nights on blocks where niggas lost they life at
  Some got shot up, hospital, went right back
  To the same block where they could have lost their life at
  Damn, and shout out to my nigga Zoe
  He used to laugh when he'd hear me say, "Give 'em more"
  Miami nights at the club, jumping in the V
  You know the rich get richer, hungry never eat
  But fuck that, nigga, I'mma need a plate of chow
  No fuck that, nigga, I'mma need a plate of Chow's
  Last whip I bought, that's a hard ninety thou'
  I'm married to the game and didn't say my vows, ow [Outro: Jim Jones]
  I ain't say my grace, neither
  Bow your head, don't be disrespectful
  Like I was saying before, you might not understand this
  You might not figure this out
  We on a different side of the thing
  Just lift your glasses up
  Put your bottles in the sky
  Let's have a toast for this money we've been getting
  Let's have a toast for niggas getting back together, real niggas
  A toast to the haters, because without you there would be no me, nigga
  You smell me?
  Ain't nobody pressed they luck
  , we still on deck, fucker
  You know what we do
  We fly high
   and die hard, motherfucker
  Anything less is uncivilized