conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called You Ain’t Gotta Lie (Momma Said) with the following description: The song’s theme is based on common phrases, such as:
  The loudest in the room is the weakest in the room.
  or
  Those who tell don’t know and those who know don’t tell.
  Its title is a reference to the posthumously released 2Pac track, 1997’s “Lie To Kick It”—which also inspired Ice Cube’s “You Ain’t Gotta Lie (Ta Kick It)” in 2000; the latter of which is sampled here for good measure. Other notable interpolations include “Fly Fo Life” by Suga Free and “You’re Getting a Little Too Smart” by Detroit Emeralds.
  It’s a powerful message of the figurative purgatory that rappers and entertainers can enter if they are not stratospherically successful, yet not anonymous enough to return to their hood without receiving unwanted attention. There are racial undertones here, and the use of stereotypical black imagery paints Kendrick as a hood figure; but it can be applied to other aspects in life, where you feel pressure to perform or act a certain way.
  Kendrick’s rational side is warning the listener not to lie for respect or personal gain. This furthers the album’s message, as portrayed in tracks like “For Sale? (Interlude)” and “For Free? (Interlude),” where he criticizes those who think rap is inherently about money and power. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by LoveDragon]
  [Intro]
  Study long, study wrong, nigga
  Hey, y'all close that front door, y'all let flies in this motherfucker
  Close that door!
  My OG up in this motherfucker right now
  My pops man with the bottle of Hennessy in his hand, actin' a fool
  Hey, hey, babe, check it out, I'ma tell you what my mama had said, she like:
  [Verse 1]
  I could spot you a mile away
  I could see your insecurities written all on your face
  So predictable your words, I know what you gonna say
  Who you foolin'? Oh, you assuming you can just come and hang
  With the homies but your level of realness ain't the same
  Circus acts only attract those that entertain
  Small talk, we know that it's all talk
  We live in the Laugh Factory every time they mention your name
  [Refrain]
  Askin' "where the hoes at?" to impress me
  Askin' "where the moneybags?" to impress me
  Say you got the burner stashed to impress me
  It's all in your head, homie
  Askin' "where the plug at?" to impress me
  Askin' "where the juug at?" to impress me
  Askin' "where it's at?" only upsets me
  You sound like the feds, homie [Chorus]
  You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
  You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
  You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
  You ain't gotta try so hard
  You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
  You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
  You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
  You ain't gotta try so hard
  [Verse 2]
  And the world don't respect you
  And the culture don't accept you
  But you think it's all love
  And the girls gon' neglect you once your parody is done
  Reputation can't protect you if you never had one
  Jealousy (Complex), emotional (Complex)
  Self-pity (Complex), under oath (Complex)
  The loudest one in the room, nigga, that's a complex
  Let me put it back in proper context
  [Chorus]
  You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
  You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
  You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
  You ain't gotta try so hard
  You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
  You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
  You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
  You ain't gotta try so hard [Refrain]
  Askin' "where the hoes at?" to impress me
  Askin' "where the moneybags?" to impress me
  Say you got the burner stashed to impress me
  It's all in your head, homie
  Askin' "where the plug at?" to impress me
  Askin' "where the juug at?" to impress me
  Askin' "where it's at?" only upsets me
  You sound like the feds, homie
  (
  Pause
  )
  [Verse 3]
  What do you got to offer?
  Tell me before we off ya, put you deep in the coffin
  Been allergic to talkin', been a virgin to bullshit
  And sell a dream in the auction, tell me just who your boss is
  Niggas be fugazi, bitches be fugazi
  This is for fugazi
  Niggas and bitches who make habitual lyin' babies
  Bless them little hearts
  You can never persuade me
  You can never relate me to him, to her, or that to them
  Or you,
   
  the truth you love to bend
  In the back, in the bed, on the floor, that's your ho
  On the couch, in the mouth, I'll be out, really though
  See, loud, rich niggas got low money
  And loud, broke niggas got no money
  The irony behind it is so funny
  And I seen it all this past year
  Pass on some advice we feel: [Chorus]
  You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
  You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
  You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
  You ain't gotta try so hard
  You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
  You ain't gotta lie, you ain't gotta lie
  You ain't gotta lie to kick it, my nigga
  You ain't gotta try so hard
  [Crowd noise]