conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Yes Lord with the following description: Track 11 in “Inland Empire”
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro/ Bridge]
  I got my realest niggas in the house
  We ridin'
  Head first, said it's hard, you're still looking for
  No heart ache
  No, no, oh
  [Hook: Travis Scott]
  Till the world with my real niggas
  Yes Lord
  Living the life you other niggas would kill for
  Burning money, like it ain't nothin'
  Yes Lord
  Living the life you other niggas would kill for
  Champagne for all the pain
  Yes Lord
  Trapped in a life you other niggas would kill for
  Running town with my real niggas
  Yes Lord
  Pray to God that this the life
  That we made for
  [Verse 1: Price Tag]
  (One time)
  (Alright)
  Click- clack when the heat clap, do you need that?
  I killed the beat, R.I.P, no repass
  Never taken my girl shopping, new shoes
  She don't need that, 
  she only in
  One position, I guess I could buy her knee pads
  Gettin' this paper, my manager chargin' 10 racks for the bookin'
  Pot on the stove, that's that yola
  That's never top ramen we cookin'
  Young and from Cali, but rappin' like
  All of them OG's in Brooklyn
  You mad cause your chick in my crib
  And you thought that she'd never be tooken
  But nigga, you dealin' with greats
  All my niggas go ape
  I got G's behind me,
   
  Like (like) letter (letter) H (H)
  And it's real niggas, no fakes over here
  Go-getters, no brakes over here
  Straight shots, no chase over here
  Broke niggas go way over there! [Hook: Travis Scott]
  Till the world with my real niggas
  Yes Lord
  Living the life you other niggas would kill for
  Burning money, like it ain't nothin'
  Yes Lord
  Living the life you other niggas would kill for
  Champagne for all the pain
  Yes Lord
  Trapped in a life you other niggas would kill for
  Running town with my real niggas
  Yes Lord
  Pray to God that this the life
  That we made for
  [Verse 2: King Chip]
  (Yeah)
  Early morning smoking, know a nigga living
  I don't really care what cit'
  I'm goin' way, way down in the jungle
  Deep, when most of my niggas is dead
  Every day I avenge my nigga, off in the LV shoes, I walk
  They classify me as a nigga
  Just based off the way I talk
  All my night I live a legend
  When I rapped my out of the ghetto where
  If niggas don't know you, they won't say hello
  And as killer bee kill, better keep that mellow
  Bad ass Cleveland hoes is right, Ass so fat
  But that money on my mind
  Long ass hair, land lord don't care
  Niggas just need them ends on time
  Catch me close to PCA's, Breathing all that THC
  Bitch I'm with probably got a man but
  We both know that he ain't me
  Sip that lean with ice, and a nigga so nice
  Go ahead girl roll them dice, what's the chance
  You drop them pants, give it up to a nigga
  That could change your life?
  Heavy on the reigns, I'm the city god
  Nigga don't change and you know a nigga hoggin' up lanes
  Prolly in the Benz with the engine, prolly in the Range
  Cause you know a nigga stay with them things
  Californicating on the weekly, chiefing on the daily
  Chip is crazy, crazy mean
  And stunting on these haters, baby [Hook]
  Till the world with my real niggas
  Yes Lord
  Living the life you other niggas would kill for
  Burning money, like it ain't nothin'
  Yes Lord
  Living the life you other niggas would kill for
  Champagne for all the pain
  Yes Lord
  Trapped in a life you other niggas would kill for
  Running town with my real niggas
  Yes Lord
  Pray to God that this the life
  That we made for
  [Bridge]
  I got my realest niggas in the house
  We ridin'
  Head first, said it's hard, you're still looking for
  No heart ache
  No, no, oh
  [Verse 3: Oktane]
  Aww man, here he come
  It's mister cocky, mister know-it-all
  Kawasaki-aki, papi
  Prolly finna blow it all
  Pocket full of money and you mad
  I wanna show it off, real niggas? (laugh)
  Your name ain't one I know at all!
  Always grindin', prolly workin
  You is broke, your pockets hurtin
  Yo' girl come [?], RnB
  That Rodney Jerkins, might be cause we the best
  Or, we the hottest this year and the next 4
  Either way, it's the same answer: Am I that nigga?
  Yes Lord!
  What I'm talking bout next 4? Next 8
  We gon' be the hottest here till the next decade
  Tock-tock ticking, bought a broad with a neck brace
  More love, more love, less hate
  I'm Mike Jackson, J5
  Code red, stay fired
  I'm smokin' Yes Lord, sippin Praise God
  And excuse me while I stage dive
  Cause I'm [Hook: Travis Scott]
  Till the world with my real niggas
  Yes Lord
  Living the life you other niggas would kill for
  Burning money, like it ain't nothin'
  Yes Lord
  Living the life you other niggas would kill for
  Champagne for all the pain
  Yes Lord
  Trapped in a life you other niggas would kill for
  Running town with my real niggas
  Yes Lord
  Pray to God that this the life
  That we made for