conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Textbook Stuff with the following description: Song off of XV’s mixtape, Zero Heroes. It tells a story of two persons who were both under the influence of crime and violence, but took two different paths.
  The song was produced by Seven and the chorus samples Imogen Heap’s Speeding Cars. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Hook: Imogen Heap]
  There, there, baby
  It's just textbook stuff
  It's in the ABCs of growin' up
  There, there, baby
  It'S just textbook stuff
  It's in the ABCs of growin' up
  [Verse 1: XV]
  Three women raised me
  Famous Footwear paid me not enough to blow up
  But showed up cause I ain't fuckin' lazy
  And teachers thought I was dumb or crazy, or both
  With hopes of being a Nas or Jay-Z, I slumped
  In my chair and my grades, my head wasn't raised
  Being fly was priority to the lowest
  I would stand on my desk just to see the world in a different way
  The dead society of a poet
  —homie, I'm focused
  But there's somethin that a dude can't prove
  I mean, fam, I was damn near invisible at school
  So I banged for a minute cause all my niggas was Crippin'
  Just me and my two of my dudes, Blue Man Group
  Had dreams of doing things they say that you can't do
  'Cause everything ain't black and white, 'less you chew bamboo
  So I was after big bills like a toucan do
  All the while, my mom askin' why I'm truant at school
  She said: [Hook: Imogen Heap]
  There, there, baby
  It's just textbook stuff
  It's in the ABCs of growin' up
  There, there, baby
  It'S just textbook stuff
  It's in the ABCs of growin' up
  [Verse 2: XV]
  Ugh, so why ain't I go to college?
  My mama's ultimatum, made me say that I know I got it
  My niggas said V's buggin'
  Stay on your computer software, debugging
  But we holding hardware 'cause we thuggin'
  Now they in the traphouse with some guns that they done borrowed
  And all this snow, I call it Infant Sorrow
  With plans to reach the end even if I had to start slow
  Sold CDs in the mall, making dough like Sbarro
  Then I left the hood, like, "Fuck it," don't need the cargo
  They banking I don't do well, and I don't mean Fargo
  But even when you leave, somehow, it still try to follow
  Baby brother took a charge harder than LeBron and Rondo
  Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the Bible
  'Cause they say a mind that's idle is a devil's toy aisle
  My nephew looking at me 'cause his daddy is his idol
  I looked at him, told him, "Sit down, this information is vital, look" [Hook: Imogen Heap]
  There, there, baby
  It's just textbook stuff
  It's in the ABCs of growin' up
  There, there, baby
  It'S just textbook stuff
  It's in the ABCs of growin' up
  [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
  Living my life like I'm living right
  In the midst of a fire pit, the gangbanging and violence
  Is the sweetest song, and I roam with the heart of a violin
  Don't violate my patience I'm waiting... to kill a man
  As I stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets
  If I gotta eat, I steal like a metal piece
  I'm screamin' out, "Fuck the police"
  I'm dealing my cards with Jokers on em
  You can disown him or stone him
  I'm throwing them rocks back with the fury of bullets
  You couldn't live your life for the moment
  When I'm foaming at the mouth and my sharpest of teeth showing
  I'm in the back of a black Buick finna black out, like February—
  Ain't that's how Blacks do it, right?
  I cut off my ears before I hear your advice and vice versa
  I'm screaming for help as loud as I can, but that's not working
  I'm working them corners like blueprints
  Then caught a L on my first offense
  The judge threw the book at me and said this: [Hook: Imogen Heap]
  There, there, baby
  It's just textbook stuff
  It's in the ABCs of growin' up
  There, there, baby
  It'S just textbook stuff
  It's in the ABCs of growin' up