conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Third Strike with the following description: Upon committing your third felony in the United States, you are to be given mandatory life sentencing under the “Three Strike” law. Wayne’s idea of a “Third Strike” might be different, however.
  In the track Wayne reminds the listener how different they are through Wayne’s upbringing and surroundings coupled with his tribulations and daily realities, this track is for people Wayne sympathizes with and admires.
  The song was first teased when the secretive hacking group known as Music Mafia put the song up for auction on October 19, 2017. The song was purchased and traded around until it leaked in full on July 11, 2018. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  I hope you
  I really hope you
  I really hope you
  Didn't think it was gon' be
  I hope you
  [Chorus]
  I hope you didn't think it was gon' be a fist fight, a fair fight
  Hope you trained for a gun fight, we thug life
  And we do it for the yellowbones, caramels
  And them bitches took my cell phone, no paragraphs
  My whole squad bout that money making, vice versa
  And just like my girl love, I keep a tight circle
  Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker
  Or did I mean an eye catcher? Vice versa
  Fuck it man, I got too much money, no such thing
  Top down on the supersonic, the guts clean
  It's time to let our warts sting, I'm upbeat
  I'm flier than these motherfuckers with one wing
  [Verse 1]
  I'm tired of these motherfuckers, cut strings
  I'm first string
  Been saying more shit than the nurse seen since thirteen
  Don't seem to get why you earthlings observe me
  It irks me
  The cleanest shit come dirt cheap
  I'm dirt deep, to stay awake forever is my worst dream
  I search scenes to work schemes on the first fiend at first sight
  You know it's paradise when you see blurred lights
  You on your third strike [Bridge]
  Talkin' to myself my homies call me crazy
  Livin' by myself my mama say I'm lonely
  Sleepin' by myself my bitches think I'm lyin'
  Listening to myself cause I'm my favorite artist
  Dependent on myself, the people call me mighty
  Defending more than self, the people call me hero
  I'm good within myself, the people say I'm humble
  And I'm protecting myself trying to stay away from evil, Lord
  [Verse 2]
  Trapping way before they called it trapping
  Pop a Xanny like a motherfucking Aspirin
  Got a pocket full of snow, they call me Aspen
  Got a Phantom full of smoke while you gasping, uh
  Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock
  Cause that molly make these broads think they 2Pac
  The molly make these niggas think they killers
  The molly give my trigger finger the jitters, Lord
  I was 15 in a new drop
  Pulling up on the scene in the school house
  Make a bad bitch cuss her dude out
  Wait, I was 15 in a new house
  Fucking right, bad bitch, nothing nice
  And she something like my fucking wife
  But now all we do is fucking fight
  I feel like a young nigga can't do nothing right
  But my money right, we alright, yeah [Chorus]
  Fist fight, a fair fight
  Hope you trained for a gun fight, we thug life
  And we do it for the yellowbones, caramels
  And them bitches took my cell phone, no paragraphs
  My whole squad bout that money making, vice versa
  And just like my girl love, I Keep it tight circle
  Tight circles in the race car, an eye jerker
  Or did I mean an eye catcher? Vice versa
  Fuck it man, I got too much money, no such thing
  Top down on the supersonic, the guts clean
  It's time to let our warts sting, I'm upbeat
  I'm flier than these motherfuckers with one wing
  [Outro]
  I was trapping way before they called it trapping
  Pop a Xanny like a fucking Aspirin
  Pocket full of snow, they call me Aspen
  Phantom full of smoke while you gasping, uh
  Pocket full of stones, talking moonrock
  The molly make these hoes think they 2Pac
  The molly make these niggas think they killers
  The molly give my trigger finger the jitters
  It's Tunechi bitch, I do it for the sippers
  It's Tunechi bitch, I do it for the sippers
  It's Tunechi bitch, I do it for the strippers
  I do it for the cocaine whippers, yeah
  Mula baby
  TD on the beat
  Mannie on the beat
  Yeah