conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called My Life with the following description: “My Life” is a song by 50 Cent, Eminem and Adam Levine. The whole song is produced by S1 as known as Symbolyc One.
  In this song, 50 Cent disses former members of G-Unit, Game and Young Buck, saying they don’t make hits because he isn’t writing songs for them.
  Furthermore, 50 and Em discussed the meaning behind the song backstage at the video shoot with MTV.
  It peaked number 27 at Billboard 300 and was available to download at iTunes on November 26, 2012. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Adam Levine]
  My, yeah, yeah, mmm
  My life, my life
  Makes me wanna run away
  There's no place to go
  No place to go
  All the confusion
  It's an illusion, like a movie
  Got nowhere to go
  Nowhere to run and hide
  No matter how hard I try, yeah
  [Verse 1: 50 Cent]
  Yeah, '03, I went from quite filthy to filthy rich
  Man, their emotions change, so I can never trust a bitch
  I tried to help niggas get on, they turned around and spit
  Right in my face, so Game and Buck both can suck a dick
  Now when you hear 'em it may sound like it's some other shit
  ‘Cause I'm not writin' anymore, they not makin' hits
  I'm far from perfect, there's so many lessons I done learned
  If money's evil, look at all the evil I done earned
  I'm doin' what I'm supposed to
  I'm a writer, I'm a fighter, entrepreneur
  Fresh out the sewer, watch me maneuver—what's it to ya?
  The track I lace it, it's better than basic
  This is my recovery, my comeback, kid [Chorus: Adam Levine]
  My life, my life
  Makes me wanna run away
  There's no place to go
  No place to go
  All the confusion
  It's an illusion, like a movie
  Got nowhere to go
  Nowhere to run and hide
  No matter how hard I try, yeah
  [Verse 2: Eminem & 
  50 Cent
  ]
  While you were sippin' your own Kool-Aid gettin' your buzz heavy
  I was in the fuckin' shed, sharpenin' my machete
  Sippin' on some of that revenge juice, gettin' my taste buds ready
  To wolf down this spaghetti or should I say this spa-get-even?
  I think you fuckin' meatballs keep on just forgettin'
  Thought he was finished, motherfucker, it's only the beginnin'
  He's buggin' again, he's straight thuggin', fuck who he's offendin'! (
  Yeah!
  )
  He'll rip your vocal chords out and have them bitches plugged in the
  Motherfuckin' wall with 3000 volts of electricity
  Now take the other end of 'em, then plug them motherfuckers-in-each
  One of your eye sockets 'cause I thought you might finally fuckin' see
  That'll teach you to go voicin' your cocksuckin' opinion to me
  I done put my blood, my sweat and my tears in this shit, fuck lettin'
  Up! You’re gonna end up regrettin' you ever betted against me
  Feels like I'ma snap any minute
  Yeah, it's happenin' again
  And I'm thinkin' about just sayin', "Motherfuck everybody that's up in this bitch but 50!"
  ‘Cause this is all I know
  This is why so hard I go
  I swear to God I put my heart and soul
  In this more than anybody knows
  I'm trapped, so all I do is rap
  But every time I rap I'm more trapped
  And I rap myself right to this bubble
  Oh I guess it's bubble wrap (Haha)
  It's like a vicious cycle, my life's in a crisis
  Christ, how was I supposed to know shit would turn up like it did?
  Feels like I'm goin' psycho again (Ch, ch, ch, ch)
  And I might just blow my lid
  Shit, I almost wish that I would have never made 
  Recovery
  , kid
  ‘Cause I'm runnin' in circles with— [Chorus: Adam Levine]
  My life, my life
  Makes me wanna run away
  There's no place to go
  No place to go
  All the confusion
  It's an illusion, like a movie
  Got nowhere to go
  Nowhere to run and hide
  No matter how hard I try, yeah
  [Verse 3: 50 Cent]
  I haven't been this fuckin' confused since I was a kid
  Sold like 40 million records, people forgot what I did
  Maybe this is for me, maybe
  Maybe I'm supposed to go crazy
  Maybe I'll do it 3 a.m. in the morning like Shady
  Psycho killer, Michael Myers
  I'm on fire like a lighter
  Try to say this ain't classic, get yo' ass kicked mad quick
  Wrap your head up in plastic
  Pussy, now pick the casket
  Dirt nap with the maggots, it's tragic
  It's sad, it's never gonna end
  Now we number one again
  With that frown on your face and your heart full of hate
  Accept it, respect it, this a gift God-given
  Like the air in the lungs of every fuckin' thing livin' [Chorus: Adam Levine]
  My life, my life
  Makes me wanna run away
  There's no place to go
  No place to go
  All the confusion
  It's an illusion, like a movie
  Got nowhere to go
  Nowhere to run and hide
  No matter how hard I try, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)