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conversations.value: Write me a song called Grow with the following description: In the Introduction, Wiz clues us into the lyrical experiment he’s conducting throughout this song, which involves him using an affect similar to stuttering, which he incorporates into his rhyme scheme alongside normally pronounced words.  The end result does add a unique vibe, but Wiz smooth flow and the chill beat compliment it. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  412
  I wanna do something a little different
  Just to let y'all niggas know you can't fuck with me
  Don't try this man, you are not me
  Young Wiz
  [Hook]
  And if you fuck with me, grow
  [Verse]
  Used to just be a young'n spit-spittin' shit
  Now I'm grown up in the game and get-gettin' it
  Some of my old friends I can't kick it with
  You a little slow, I'll show you what big business is
  I be with those who own they own businesses
  Blowin' big knots in spots where all the bitches is
  I'm a star, don't talk to all the bitches-es
  Give 'em time, they run to me like a finish line
  Hatin' ass nigga actin' like a friend of mine
  Get your day cut short like it's winter time
  And I'm in the gr-grind 'til the end of time
  The Young Beast, I'mma eat when it's dinner time
  And my cig-cigarillo fill-filled with pine
  Shit locked, but you still denyin'
  That I'm the best that did, and the best that's do-doin' it
  Prince of the city, I'm showin' and pro-provin' it
  I'm on track, you cats are lo-losin' it
  Go head, come at Wiz and look stupider
  They said reach for the stars, I hit Jupiter
  And now I'm workin' on my next galaxy
  Never be another Young Khalifa after me
  .25, you ain't even half of me
  I work hard, dawg, no I don't relax a day
  Could eat all y'all, but I don't like the aftertaste
  What you niggas know about blowin' halfs of ray
  In the lab gettin' 3 songs smashed a day
  Got money up front, call it cash today
  Got 3 bank accounts puttin' cash away
  I do me to the fullest like Castaway
  Throw a beat on and let a blunt ash away
  I laugh today, and make y'all cry later
  If the young boy reppin' the 'Burgh then why hate him
  But I ain't worried cause my stacks gettin' bigger
  If you ain't heard around, bitch I'm that ni-nigga
  See me ridin' round window cracked, lit Swisher
  Can't talk currency, I can't get wit ya
  Who got it fucked up? Y'all convinced 'em
  The hate in the equation just a small addition
  My name Wiz Khalifa, but just call me mister...
  4, 1, 2 [Hook]
  And if you fuck with me, grow