conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Theme for the People with the following description: “Theme For The People” was first heard in a Logic stream on August 8th, 2020. In the livestream, Bobby was playing music he debated about ever releasing. This verse was also seen again in early 2021 in a snippet of an unreleased/throwaway MadGic track.
  The track was originally was rapped over the beat of Polo G’s “Go Stupid.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah
  [Verse]
  This a new generation
  Switch up the style, I'm regeneratin'
  I be talkin' to God when I'm hearin' Satan
  I'm a black man but pass like a Michael, Payton
  Why you think I made 
  Everybody
  ? It's a statement, a way of life
  Black is beautiful but today, in this day and age
  A crooked cop will take away your life
  Come now, that shit ain't no way of life
  Know some people make music, but I make a statement
  And use it when people feel like they gon' lose it, yeah
  Why the fuck do you think
  Whеn it comes to an album, I'm dropping like two a year?
  Hold up, lеt me break down what I'm doing here
  I get introspective on a record with a message deep in the lyrics
  But after a while, that shit get depressin', they don't wanna hear it
  They just wanna turn up so that's when I come back
  On that Bobby Tarantino, countin' money, sippin' Vino shit
  It's how we stay relevant to the young
  I mean I'd rather be rappin' on breaks
  But whatever it takes to get to the young
  I ain't mad at the fact when I rap over 808's
  With the hat, it make me millions, peep the brilliance like, uh
  I grew up on Biggie and GZA
  But Roddy was bumping that Future and Thug
  Give a fuck how you came up
  I run up like ten out of ten just to show you some love
  Man, as long as you rappin' and killin' shit
  Fuck a car, Black man own a dealership
  Fuck a record label, fuck a deal and shit
  Keep killin' shit, keep
  At the crib watchin' 
  Bebop
  Writing rhymes in my book and I'm bumpin' that heat rock
  Shit smooth, word to Pete Rock
  I can't fuck with my phone, need to detox
  So I pick up the Glock like I'm John Wick
  Yes, I'm in it for life like a convict
  When I switch up the style, wonder who this
  No ceilings like Wayne in '09, bitch, I'm roofless