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conversations.value: Write me a song called Gone with the following description: Logic originally performed this song live in concert, calling it “Batman,” but then he used it again during a freestyle with Tim Westwood.
  He finally released it on May 1st, 2013 as a song from the XXL Freshmen 2013 mixtape. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse]
  And all these Spanish women watchin' me like a Novela
  And even when we in the crib I still need an umbrella
  'Cause I'm gettin' her wetter than a letterman in the rain
  We at the club, 100s and 50s I'm makin it rain, sike nah
  All of y'all know I'm kiddin' like the rubber broke
  Gettin money and bitches but really that's another note
  And all these haters they can suck my dick
  'Cause honestly that's the only way you'll ever succeed
  Got what you need 'cause I sweat and I bleed
  Did it all on my own, didn't beg, didn't plead
  Everybody talkin' 'bout "Logic don't sell out!"
  Bitch I had a deal for years before it fell out
  Doing shit that rappers'll never do you know I'm on that
  So why don't I start by telling you what was in my contract?
  Make the type of music that I want, check
  Work with whoever the hell I want, check
  Keep it visionary 'til the death, yep
  'Cause I'm doing it for the music not just to get a check
  V's up, what up, you know I'm on point
  I be chillin' witcha bitch while she rollin' up a joint
  Making a killing for a living like a hitman
  Rappers hear my new records and be like "aw shit man"
  Black card, black power, white fist
  Ain't no way in hell a mixed brother didn't write this
  And everybody talking shit man screw it
  'Cause if you can do it better than me then you do it
  Where we going? really there's no tellin'
  Lyrical cocaine narcotics is what I'm sellin' ahhhh
  Goddamn got bars like a felon
  And we gettin' C notes like my homie Jon Bellion, yeah
  Visionary to the fullest
  We came up out the blue like a crip shootin bullets
  Where I'm from muh-fucka I'm from Maryland
  G-Berg what up?, I'm snappin' like a Terrapin
  , flyer than a airplen
  Shit I mean a airplane, rapping so fast I can't even get the air to my brain
  Runnin' the game like a PS3, flippin' the bird to anybody that BS me
  Chillin' in Cali but you know we from the E.S.T,
  I got the game in my hand like a PSP
  ,
  Chillin' with the homie Castro sippin' 40s
  Drop an album out to the fans, cop 'em like the police
  RattPack 'till I D I E, greatest rapper to ever do it
  I gotta agree, shit
  Fuck em all, everybody appalled, flow so clutch my career never stall
  Me and my team went to Vegas last week and like a bunch of old men, yeah we balled
  I'm tryna do it like ain't nobody done it bitch I run it never plummet you know I'm headed to the summit
  And a note to all you rappers tryna do it how I done it
  It's impossible rewind the track and learn something from it I'm gone