conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Outstanding (The Flyest) with the following description: This is an unreleased song from 2008. If you have this in your mixtape, it’s not official. Nevertheless, some of Wayne’s unreleased work are among his best, this being no exception. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Dynamic, articulate, perceptive, courageous, outspoken
  Just a few of the adjectives that so in adequately describe
  [Verse]
  Ahem, Mr. D. Carter
  From out the deep water
  Thank the lord for my voice, the beat, and the recorder
  Now pick an alphabet
   
  and you're z'in'
  While I'm up tryin' to be the best mc'in
  Now let me in, I got my key in
  And with them alphabets, I never used p-e-n
  But I gotta lotta paper
  But a lot ain't enough, so I got an occupation
  Gotta bring the bacon, straight to the kitchen table
  Homie if your girl pregnant, you should kiss her naval
  Cause you probably won't live, to see the motherfuckin' cradle
  Your past left a scar, and the future's lookin' fatal
  You can't be sorry, you gotta be a savior
  Gotta be the bread winner, so go rob the bread maker
  When they put your homey to sleep, it's gotta be a wake up
  You move in the hood, then you gotta meet the neighbors, damn
  Bitch get off me
  I'm the little ass nigga, known as big homie
  The killas is ballin', the niggas is targets
  The snitches is talkin', but this is New Orleans
  I love what I got, I'm just livin' the moment
  I ain't dyin' just yet, I'll take a shit in the coffin
  I already know how to piss in the toilet
  I'm tryin to get the pot to piss in in the mornin'
  I never fall back, I'd rather go forward
  And when I come through 
  you betta duck like Howard
  Because I got power, just like a forward
  I come through the lane, and straight dunk like Stoude-
  Mire, Amare reminds me of I, uh
  He's a Pheonix sun and I am fire
  Dis-re-spect and I spit fire
  To your neck and back like you are Khia
  DJ White Owl Hey
  Now would you light that blunt
  Promethazine please
  Now bitch look at me like a set of t.v.'s
  I'm just tryin' to live out my destiny, please
  Let me do me, I got the recipe, feed
  I'm all about my bread, like a sesame seed
  Big dog talkin', check the pedigree, flees (HaHa)
  And I ball like every team
  And I got, every girl havin' sex with me dreamin'
  My heart is in the dirty but the rest of me's clean
  I jump for Hollygrove like a trampoline fiend
  And I rock ya bells like a tambourine, bing
  Jewelry shinin' like blush, Maybelline bling
  Red Giants jersey if you know what I mean
  Give me Plaxico Burress, number 17
  One circle, three fingers is the theme
  And young money motherfucka is the team