conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Limitless with the following description: In this song, Logic describes how his talents are limitless and it doesn’t stop here as he has more things to come that will make him that much more successful. He also addresses his haters by saying how they all hate him but they’re all depicted as crazy, obsessive fans. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  You the man, you know you the man
  Rollie on your hand, it's the jam
  Just don’t give a damn
  Coolin' with the fam goin' ham
  Fly to Vegas, get the band
  Haters hate me, but they stan
  ’Cause the things they wish they could they know I can, goddamn
  [Chorus]
  You the man, you know you the man
  Rollie on your hand
  You the man, you know you the man
  Just don't—just don't—just don't give a damn
  Coolin'—coolin' with the fam, goin' ham
  Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
  You the man, you know you the man
  Rollie on your hand
  You the man, you know you the man
  Just don't—just don’t—just don’t give a damn
  Coolin'—coolin’ with the fam, goin' ham
  Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
  [Verse 1]
  Goddamn, this shit been the plan, do it 'cause I can
  Made more money than 99 percent do in they lifespan
  Fuckin' hand reachin’ up at night, I do not give a damn
  Spend a lot to make a lot and then we do that shit again
  1967 Bronco pull up like I serve that blanco
  1-800 made my bank account look like a phone number
  Your career goin' under, I'm top five that's alive, that's no lie
  You ain't in the conversation, couldn't make it if you tried
  If you ain't droppin' shit like all the time
  Then people think you died
  Shit too easy for my blood, they quick to leave you crucified
  Shit ain't work out with my last, TMZ act like I lied
  Called Jermaine for some advice
  'Cause these people think I'm careless
  He said, "Bobby, on the real, man, fuck 'em all
  You should care less" [Chorus]
  You the man, you know you the man
  Rollie on your hand (
  Oh you so care—
  )
  You the man, you know you the man (
  Oh you so, oh you so careless
  )
  Just don't—just don't—just don't give a damn
  Coolin'—coolin' with the fam, goin' ham
  Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am (
  Goddamn
  )
  You the man, you know you the man
  Rollie on your hand
  You the man, you know you the man
  Just don't—just don't—just don't give a damn
  Coolin'—coolin' with the fam, goin' ham
  Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
  [Verse 2]
  Now they all know who I am, the fuckin' man
  I'ma get it like that, baby girl, now tell me, do you understand?
  I swear, my only motivation is your elation, I feel the sensation
  Baby girl, be patient, my heart is racing
  She keep on telling me she promise she ain't never done this before
  I said, "I know that's a lie, but I love when you try
  And I just can't live without it
  Even the thought of you leaving, I can't think about it"
  [Verse 3]
  You say, you say, you say
  You know you the man, you know you the man
  You the only man who truly understands
  I said I know I'm the man, yeah, I know I am
  Ain't no doubt about it
  Every single move I make, they always seem to write about it
  That's why I never leave the compound
  Always up inside it, I ain't never in the streets
  When I am, they come runnin' to the boy, to the boy
  I got way too many people nowadays I'm tryna avoid
  I ain't been on the 'Gram in months, that shit get me too annoyed
  All the weed inside these blunts
  Got me feelin' paranoid like, 'noid like
  Yeezy, Bobby, take it easy, my dawg
  Why you always make it look so easy, my dawg?
  Yeah, these haters talking shit, but success is my shield
  Scarecrow flow, I'm outstanding in my field
  I just texted J. J Abrams on some million dollar shit
  Yeah, my movie gon' be crazy, first I gotta polish shit
  Schoolin' all you fuckin' rappers, this right here the scholarship
  If my presence near your presence
  Then you best acknowledge it, bitch [Chorus]
  You the man, you know you the man
  Rollie on your hand
  You the man, you know you the man
  Just don't—just don't—just don't give a damn
  Coolin'—coolin' with the fam goin' ham
  Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
  You the man, you know you the man
  Rollie on your hand
  You the man, you know you the man
  Just don't—just don't—just don't give a damn
  Coolin'—coolin' with the fam goin' ham
  Now they all know who I am, now they all know who I am
  [Outro]
  Now they all know who I am