conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Devil Wants My Soul with the following description: 
  Track 8 of Mac & Cheese 3
  Produced by Young Chop (in red on the left):
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus]
  I pray to God I ain't ever dying broke
  If I ever owe you, you ain't ever going broke
  Everything you seen been the realist shit you saw
  What the business is keep minds on Allah
  Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold
  Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole
  Promise never fold, Money never fold
  Gettin money fast, watchin niggas dying slow
  I pray to God I ain't ever dying broke
  If I ever owe you, you ain't ever going broke
  Everything you seen been the realist shit you saw
  What the business is keep minds on Allah
  Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold
  Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole
  Promise never fold, Money never fold
  Gettin money fast, watchin niggas dying slow
  [Verse 1]
  Whippin on that stove
  Hoppin out that ghost
  With a hundred chains on this industry is cold
  Fuck them niggas told
  Everything we sold
  Made it out the corner, I'm fifty racks a show
  Whippin on that stove
  Got my money grown money
  Orders to my brother, ice got em all hung
  Hustle in my bones
  Better watch your tone
  Niggas catch your life just for talkin on that phone
  We get it on our own
  Now everythin we own
  Tell em stop smalls talkin, all my money grown
  Mansion on my arm
  Coke boy talk
  Made it out the bottom, out the bottom like I told em [Chorus]
  I pray to God I ain't ever dying broke
  If I ever owe you, you ain't ever going broke
  Everything you seen been the realist shit you saw
  What the business is keep minds on Allah
  Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold
  Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole
  Promise never fold, Money never fold
  Gettin money fast, watchin niggas dying slow
  I pray to God I ain't ever dying broke
  If I ever owe you, you ain't ever going broke
  Everything you seen been the realist shit you saw
  What the business is keep minds on Allah
  Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold
  Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole
  Promise never fold, Money never fold
  Gettin money fast, watchin niggas dying slow
  [Verse 2]
  Promise never fold (aah)
  And my money never fold (aah)
  Made it to the top like I told em (aah)
  Let em keep talkin I'mma show em (aah)
  That I'mma bring to any nigga that want it-
  Ooh devil wants my soul
  Self made millionaire! no nigga I owe
  Made it out that hole, now watch a nigga ball
  24 chains, 24k gold
  High School to the Pros, ballin like Lebron
  Hood got young niggas stressing, going bald
  Came up I was poor, now Rosé I pour
  And I ain't scared of shit just a nigga dying broke [Chorus]
  I pray to God I ain't ever dying broke
  If I ever owe you, you ain't ever going broke
  Everything you seen been the realist shit you saw
  What the business is keep minds on Allah
  Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold
  Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole
  Promise never fold, Money never fold
  Gettin money fast, watchin niggas dying slow
  I pray to God I ain't ever dying broke
  If I ever owe you, you ain't ever going broke
  Everything you seen been the realist shit you saw
  What the business is keep minds on Allah
  Devil want my soul, Bitches turn me cold
  Bottle after bottle watching bitches on a pole
  Promise never fold, Money never fold
  Gettin money fast, watchin niggas dying slow