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conversations.value: Write me a song called Dreams with the following description: “Dreams” is an introspective track from Detroit MC Big Sean that appears on his project Finally Famous: The Mixtape. On the track, Sean discusses his goals and aspirations in the rap game, while reflecting on his rapping abilities and burgeoning career. Sean confirms that his primary motivation in the rap game is making money and becoming wealthy. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Big Sean]
  That into it, spitta so intricate
  If they ain't feeling him they get the boot like Timberland
  They still hating, I reboot 'em like computers
  And let them know that your boy on the ball no hooping
  But from downtown like a three-point shooter
  To uptown they feel a nigga deeper than masseuses
  The truth is I does this, spitting like I was toothless
  Coming to you clearer than blueprints, I move in
  They sleeping on me man and I ain't sheets
  Bloodsuckers so I'm calling 'em leech
  I gotta eat and I'm hungry like I skipped breakfast, where's the ketchup?
  I'm tryna cop the Benz or Lexus for winter time
  So I ain't gotta go head up to Enterprise
  Just to get my ass up in a ride
  But nigga's can’t see me like they born with tinted eyes?
  To me you little so to see you I got squinted eyes
  And I'm just tryna show all of y’all I'm a soulful dude
  Compared to me you got about as much sole as shoes
  And soul is food, to prove this ask your chick
  She all on my dick cause I push it like a pool stick
  Who is this you’re asking?
  He’s cold as Alaskans, I'm on point like assassins
  Y’all as common as Jasmines and Ashleys
  And if you ask me you’re never gonna pass me, sheesh, I’m good [Hook: Big Sean]
  Yeah, you really wanna talk about good I'm good
  You r-really wanna talk about good I'm good
  Just a nigga out the hood
  With dreams of being, dreams of being, dreams of being rich
  [Verse 2: Big Sean]
  At a instant, fresh out the trenches
  Putting competitive nigga's back on they benches
  I make that money my apprentice
  Cause it lift me up like benching
  Your baby girl wanna trap me like a prison but I can see through her like prisms
  After I'm hitting I'm dipping, banana split 'n gone
  And I'mma throw it to you harder than a quarterback
  Working with a dime I'm just tryna get a quarter back
  Whipping up that crack music, you should order that
  Every 16 is a quarter that you need to hit
  Well that's cool, I'm the number one pusher
  If a nigga want heat I'm the number one cooker
  If a nigga want beef I'm the number one butcher
  I-I-I wrap around that green like a Swisher
  My intention of ends getting is hella high
  And y'all ain't getting your groove back like Stella di'
  [Hook x2]