conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Breathe In Breathe Out with the following description: “Breathe In Breathe Out” sees Kanye West rap about his own superficiality in a light-hearted, self-aware fashion. This marks Ye’s first time featuring Atlanta rapper Ludacris, roughly a year after he produced “Stand Up,” Luda’s first #1 hit.
  This is one of only two songs from the album to feature additional production from someone other than Kanye. The beat contains a sample of “Precious Precious” by Jackie Moore and High Power by Crash Crew. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Ludacris]
  Yeah! Breathe in, breathe out
  If you're iced up, pull your sleeves out
  Push a big truck, pull your keys out
  Girls go wild and pull your D's out
  Breathe in, breathe out
  Let them hoes fight, pull a weave out
  If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
  When I pull the piece out, niggas like, "Peace out!"
  [Verse 1: Kanye West]
  Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap
  I gotta 'pologize to Mos and Kweli (Kweli)
  But is it cool to rap about gold
  If I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali? (Mali!)
  First nigga with a Benz and a backpack
  Ice chain, Carti lens, and a knapsack
  Always said if I rapped, I'd say somethin' significant
  But now, I'm rapping 'bout money, hoes, and rims again
  And it's still about the Benjamins
  Big-face hundreds and whatever other synonyms
  Strippers named "Cinnamon," 
  more chips than Pentium
  "What you gon' buy next?" Whatever new trend it is
  I'm tryna spend my stacks, and I'm so broke
  I look back, like, "Damn, was I on crack?"
  I mean, twelve platinum chains—was I on that?
  What the hell was wrong with me, dawg?
  Sing along with me, y'all [Chorus: Ludacris]
  Yeah! Breathe in, breathe out (
  Ugh
  )
  If you're iced up, pull your sleeves out
  Push a big truck, pull your keys out
  Girls go wild and pull your D's 
  out
  Breathe in, breathe out
  Let them hoes fight, pull a weave out
  If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
  When I pull the piece out, niggas like, "Peace out!"
  [Verse 2: Kanye West]
  Now, even though I went to college and dropped out of school quick
  I always had a Ph.D: a pretty huge dick
  Ladies tired of getting ripped off by guys like this
  And giving head is like a whale that's using a toothpick
  Well, I'm in the club for a limited time
  Act now and get some action for a free-ninety-nine
  Later on, I might charge for ménage
  Heard her man was the boss of the floss
  But she still want to toss me the drawers
  And it ain't gon' cost me because
  She my caddy 'cause she grab my golf balls in the club
  And I'm still acting calm than a muh'
  She asked, "Can you drive me in the hundreds where my Altima was?"
  While we drive, she tellin' me 'bout problems with her man
  Baby, I fully understand; let me help you with a plan
  While he tricking off, don't get no rich nigga
  Give 
  me
   some head—that'll really piss him off [Chorus: Ludacris]
  Yeah! Breathe in, breathe out
  If you're iced up, pull your sleeves out
  Push a big truck, pull your keys out
  Girls go wild and pull your D's out
  Breathe in, breathe out
  Let them hoes fight, pull a weave out
  If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
  When I pull the piece out, niggas like, "Peace out!"
  [Verse 3: Kanye West]
  I blow past low-class niggas with no cash
  In a four-dash-six, bitch, you can go ask
  So when I go fast, po-po just laugh
  Right until I run out of gas or 'til I go crash
  Whatever comes first, I'm prepared for the worst
  Whatever comes second, I'll be there with my weapon
  Pulling up in the Lexuses, one on both hand
  So I guess them GS'ses was ambidextrous
  Could've sworn her breast-eses was sending me messages
  "K, I need a free hand-mammogram
  I got weed, drink, and a Handicam
  All of which is legal in Amsterdam"
  So, say my name like Candyman
  And I'ma come and fix you up like the handyman
  But if you don't need a fix, girl, you gotta leave
  You can't take that all at one time—you gotta breathe! [Chorus: Ludacris]
  Yeah! 
  Breathe in, br
  eathe o
  ut
  If you're iced up, pull your sleeves out
  Push a big truck, pull your keys out
  Girls go wild and pull your D's out
  Breathe in, breathe out
  Let them hoes fight, pull a weave out
  If a nigga act up, pull a Desert E's out
  When I pull the piece out, niggas like "Peace out!"
  [Outro: Kanye West]
  Yeah-ugh, ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh
  And you say, "Chi-city" (Chi-city)
  Y-Yeah, and you say, "Chi-city"
  Y-Yeah, and you say, "Chi-city" (Chi-city)
  Uh-huh (Uh-huh), and you say, "Chi-city" (Chi-city)
  Y-Yeah, you say "Chi-city" (Chi-city)
  Ugh-ugh (Ugh-ugh), you say, "Chi—"
  Y— You say, "Chi—"
  Y— You say, "Chi-city" (Chi-city)
  Chi-city (Chi-city), Chi-city (Chi-city)
  (Chi-city, Chi-city—)