conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called I’m That Nigga with the following description: Basically, Kodak is telling how he came up and is living his lavish life. Sometimes, it is hard for him not to go back to his old ways since he refers to himself as the “heart of the projects” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Ayy man let me get my Rem on iceman
  Let me get that check straight hundreds
  Let me get my back in before I hit yo city
  Or I ain't going straight up, for real
  I'm that nigga now man
  I ain't in the projects shooting dice no more
  I'm out here though, project baby heart of the projects man
  You digg, mount up
  [Verse 1]
  Excuse me where my stylist?
  Pop my collar, please
  Security, get these bitches off of me
  Paparazzi love me I got lots of cheese
  Instagram, Kodak Black follow me
  Really I be tricking nigga Halloween
  I ate my veggies, ma I'm healthy I smoke broccoli
  Honestly, you mad that you proud of me
  Kodak oxygen I got lots of trees
  All this gwalla be stuffed up in my Robin jeans
  Do it with no hands, girl join my soccer team
  Philosophy, section 8 democracy
  I rolled the dice and went to jail, no Monopoly
  [Chorus]
  I told them that the money train is coming, don't get left (Don't get left)
  Nigga should've hurried up and jumped up on my trail
  Niggas on that groupie shit, they talking me to death
  Fuck that bougie bitch you ain't got nothing go to hell
  Damnit I don't know what's goin' through they fucking head
  Once I  get the deal I swear to god you niggas dead
  Oh, so you that Kodak black nigga, huh?
  You the golden one? Streets say you the chosen one
  I'm that nigga [Verse 2]
  Lil' nigga pulling up in foreigners
  Jackboy right behind me where we slide they know it's us
  I was on the four now I'm on five pour it up (Lean, lean, lean, lean)
  Kodak Black performing live you know they showing up
  Yea I got lil' cool right here with his .40 tucked
  I broke up with my coupe, I'm in love with rover trucks
  Kodak you that nigga, I must admit, K you the man
  'Cause I got on my shit lil' nigga running up the band's
  Boy I need my bread, 'bout my cheese I go ham
  I be on the Mollys, I don't fuck 'round with no Xans
  Boy that work be roll come a couple I ain't playing
  Boy I make them junkies smoke that dope right out the can
  [Chorus]
  I told them that the money train is coming, don't get left (Don't get left)
  Nigga should've hurried up and jumped up on my trail
  Niggas on that groupie shit, they talking me to death
  Fuck that bougie bitch you ain't got nothing go to hell
  Damn it I don't know what's goin' through they fucking head
  Once I get the deal I swear to god you niggas dead
  Oh, so you that Kodak black nigga, huh?
  You the golden one? Streets say you the chosen one
  [Outro]
  I'm that nigga
  Chosen one
  (I'm that nigga)
  You the golden one?
  Streets say you the chosen one
  I'm that nigga