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conversations.value: Write me a song called Cross the Country with the following description: This is the intro song of the Migos Rich Nigga Timeline Mixtape, produced by Mario. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Durel]
  It's been a long time coming
  From young niggas to young rich niggas
  It's DJ Durel and I'd like to welcome you to Rich Nigga Timeline
  [Verse 1: Takeoff]
  Young rich nigga riding round the city with the mac
  Take a chopper, and a chicken, now watch the leakin' (ba-bow)
  Whipping and breaking it, making it, taking it
  Nigga they mistake me, think I'm selling that midget (nah, for real)
  What the fuck a nigga really wanna talk about? (Shit)
  You a bitch, we ain't got nothing to talk about
  Shaking like a stripper, put that mac chicken up in his mouth
  Skippa Da Flippa, he told me weigh it up and bust it down
  Migo Jerz, whipping that lambo, now watch it swerve
  Tray 1 got PT's, and sold that reserved
  I'm a hot boy, so you know I gotta stay low
   (hot)
  Quavo told me, trap on the block and bang 'em like OJ Mayo
  You niggas are rookie but young Takeoff, I'm a vet (vet)
  'Set told me trapping and dabbing gon' get that pussy wet
  No Crocodile Dundee, Stingray vet
  Whatever I wanna do, I do it, Nike check (do it)
  I'm a young nigga with the rich nigga ambitions
  At the Migo show, a nigga autographing titties
  There's levels to this shit like Meek said
  And you embarrassed to admit it,
   I don't want to kick it
  After my show, the gangster-ist nigga, he looking suspicious
  Walk right up on him, I'm pressing my nigga
  And all he wanted was a picture
  I used to smoke Swishers like a regular nigga
  Now I'm a Backwoods type of nigga
  A nigga, he ran up, tried to rob, I shot him
  White people, they still treat me like I'm a victim
  Now people they screaming out "Free Actavis"
  They talking bout that Actavis be discontinued
  Check my cup of muddy trouble, got packs in the attic
  Catch me riding with packs in my rental
  Trap, trap dab when I'm on the revenue
  Cooking a brick and remix it with the dog food
  Diamond brick come with a note on it, nigga you Blues Clues
  24 karat my chain, Mr. T, pity the fool
  Master P, No Limit money, bando jumping like a bungee
  Kevin Hart, your money is too short, you too funny
  Call me Takeoff Hugh Hefner, I got Playboy bunnies
  Fuck it, I beat it, she sucking me 'til a nigga be cumming [Chorus: Quavo]
  Cross the country, cross the country
  You may never been there, catch me cross the country
  Cross the country, cross the country
  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country
  Cross the country, cross the country
  She don't understand English but she want me
  Cross the country, cross the country
  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country
  [Verse 2: Offset]
  When you in the streets, you know you gotta make a name
  I stole a Mustang, drop top, no brain
  Police had a nigga, cause they know I'm in a gang
  Taking pictures of a nigga like a groupie, like a fan
  On my first lick, only got a little bit of change
  Thinking like Obama, something gotta change
  Did a lot of dirt, I had to sit up in the chains
  When I got outta jail, did the same thing
  I spent that money, money, coming back like boomerang
  Cocaine in her nose like a septum ring
  My niggas be trapping the gas, propane
  Hit the nigga with a chopper, nigga bang bang
  I was getting money, way before the rap game
  As a young nigga, used to wear the fake chain
  They say that I'm ignorant, $50,000 on a chain
  You know it ain't come from Johnny Dang
  Fake watch busta can't bust me, no lie
  Won't catch me with the fake jewelry, I got too much pride
  They killed my nigga Pistol P for a three-five
  I pay the ticket, when are you gon' die
  When I'm in the kitchen, I be cooking crack pies
  I got chickens in the trunk, you think I work at Popeyes
  The streets is the jungle, my nigga, you better survive
  Getting married to the money nigga, that my bride
  My diamonds gon' shine, might poke you in the eye
  You selling by the ounce, my nigga, you just getting by
  Put the birds in my hands, knows when's it gon' fly
  Glah! Glah! Glah! In the bushes like a spy
  Nigga talking stupid, we don't let that shit fly
  Talking crazy to the Migos, boy you know we keep the fire
  Got that chopper, flip a nigga like a domino
  Young rich nigga, never made the honor roll
  Hit his ass with the .44, make him fold
  Chattahoochee River where that nigga body float
  On the nation, my nigga we throwing up the forks
  She on a mission, trying to fuck me, better get your ho
  Big bank take little bank
  Yellow diamonds on my rella like a moon cake
  Two Glocks on my hip like Tomb Raider
  Arnold Schwarzenegger turn into the Terminator [Chorus: Quavo]
  Cross the country, cross the country
  You may never been there, catch me cross the country
  Cross the country, cross the country
  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country
  Cross the country, cross the country
  She don't understand English but she want me
  Cross the country, cross the country
  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country
  [Verse 3: Quavo]
  Cross the country, my plug he in Wyoming
  And the only time I pull up on you, if a nigga owe me
  And the whole word know that a young nigga rap
  But a pussy nigga better not provoke me
  Came in the game with the formula, sold it
  Now I gotta switch it up on you phonies
  Pocket full of macaroni, Mac-11, run up on you
  All you can eat in my trap like it's Shoney's
  Rich Nigga Timeline: that's my motherfucking testimony
  Out in the desert, got bricks in the donkey
  Rich nigga with a pot of gold like a leprechaun
  And I'm thinking 'bout moving to Babylon
  My niggas collecting extortion funds
  We built an empire like Megatron
  QC the label, Migo the gang
  Already told you, I want the M&Ms, fuck the fame
  No shame in the game, I'm a bull with the nine
  Like Luol Deng, finna bang with the thing
  Walking through the crowd, ain't gotta tuck the chain
  Get juuged,  get capped, that's a part of the game, squad shit
  Oh no, I done rolled around the block and I don't see him
  I paid a J $200 just to hit me when he see him
  If I was you right now, I wouldn't wanna be him
  Caught him two weeks later in the club, with his mamacita
  He had some jewelry on him, worth $100 so I took it from him
  Took the first PJ across the country, got too hot for a moment
  They say he got work, now I own it
  Now my squad, they going up, no Makonnen
  In the players pad at the Caesar's Palace
  Out in Las Vegas, like I'm Roman
  All types of Euros and Yen
  I got money in Berlin
  I told the Lord forgive me for my sins
  Cause I don't wanna do it again [Chorus: Quavo]
  Cross the country, cross the country
  You may never been there, catch me cross the country
  Cross the country, cross the country
  Coca leaves and palm trees, we cross the country
  Cross the country, cross the country
  She don't understand English but she want me
  Cross the country, cross the country
  I had to get a Visa cause I'm in and out the country