conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Everyday with the following description: This isn’t actually a real song. And by real I mean wiz and game never got in the booth together to make this track.
  Relix the underdog is a Mash-up artist who produced this beat and trimmed out Games and Wiz’s verses from their own previous songs and simply added them to go along with his beats.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook] 1x
  Everyday I ball what about you
  I ain't gonna front why they full of tattoos
  [intro: Wiz Khalifa]
  I'll never get any tattoos removed
  I'll be getting more tattoos
  I'll get tattoos on top of tattoos when I can
  [Hook] 4x
  Everyday I ball what about you
  I ain't gonna front why they full of tattoos
  [Verse 1: The Game]
  Who is it the gun spitter young home run hitter
  More wet super hit you with the flow like biggie
  King of this rap shit, out the park like briffy
  I met my guns out of the park come get me
  But desert eagles make a nigga move like missy
  Im always in the bentley how the fuck could you miss me
  Im always on the charts I know why you niggas diss me
  Cause black wall street getting deeper than the sixties
  Them boys in the hood will lay you down like whippy, so run
  Catch them hollow tips like a frisbee
  I pitch coke cans like franks lucas, niggas talk that american gangsta shit they can't do it
  I put these wack rap niggas on the scope and blou
  Cause i promised the homie kim i would hold his brother down
  Im more focused now, Im like the golden chow
  Put both of your hands out I'll let you hold my style, motherfucker [Hook] 4x
  Everyday I ball what about you
  I ain't gonna front when they full of tattoos
  [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
  And my down south girl
  Do da stanky leg
  A nigga at the store look like he makin eggs
  I Got a whole loaf so I be breakin' bread
  And gettin' so ill the doctor got me takin meds
  Kush I feast
  I drink till I think I'm 'bout to throw up
  Then the nurse bring another bottle to pour up
  Told me I'm livin' fast but how do you slow up
  When you never learn to use brakes
  Hold up
  Everyday I'm in a new state, and niggas hate but I can turn that beef to cube steak
  Get a huge plate
  Sit 'em down at the table and say grace
  And stuff my face