conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Wow with the following description: “Wow” is one of the songs that Kanye mentions in “Last Call” when describing how he got signed to Roc-A-Fella. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Introducing
  Mister I-Ain't-Know-You-Did-That
  And Mister Oh-That's-My-Favorite-Shit
  And Mister Ah-Damn-I-Wish-That-Was-a-Single
  And uh, like Noreaga say, it goes... ugh!
  [Chorus]
  I go to Jacob with twenty-five thou'
  You go with twenty-five hundred (Wow)
  I got eleven plaques on my wall right now
  You got your first gold single—damn, nigga! (Wow)
  "H to the Izzo" did three thou' spins in a week
  You did a thou' in a month (Wow)
  Y'all niggas want credit, but y'all need to slow down
  Kanye To The, killin' y'all from Chi-Town
  [Verse 1]
  How your wife gon' say she never sold drugs a day in her life?
  But she still wanna pump the 'Ye?
  And y'all mad 'cause y'all not knowin
  'Cause these canaries so yellow
  When y'all pull up, whether to stop or keep going
  I got Gs, rock rock 'n' roll tees with no sleeves
  Tats showin', tucked in, strap showin'
  How he get seven TVs in that ‘lac-‘lac?
  Three in the front, two in the back, two in that back-back
  While you in that hatchback
  And try to sell work and don’t get shit from them packs back
  And try to rap, the studios won't give you ya DATs back
  And try to get publishin', all you get in your ass capped (That's all, nigga)
  And that’s that [Chorus]
  I go to Jacob with twenty-five thou'
  You go with twenty-five hundred (Wow)
  I got eleven plaques on my wall right now
  You got your first gold single—damn, nigga! (Wow)
  [Verse 2]
  Magazines call me a rock star, bitches call me cock-star
  Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star
  Chi-Town go-getting pimps, we mobsters
  Gingerbread man even says, “You’re a monster”
  Remember that? Uh-huh, that’s that Shrek shit
  Remember back in ’92, niggas used to "catch wreck," shit
  Remember that track I tracked for you 'bout three months ago?
  Uh-huh, that’s the one—now cut my check, bitch
  And I ain't feeling that Lexus
  More that CLK; see me like, "Damn, a CL, K?”
  Yeah, that’s how we eating and, keep us looking peace and then
  "I ain't know he rap as good as he do beats," and then
  [Chorus]
  I go to Jacob with twenty-five thou'
  You go with twenty-five hundred (Wow)
  I got eleven plaques on my wall right now
  You got your first gold single—damn, nigga! (Wow)
  "H to the Izzo" did three thou' spins in a week
  You did a thou' in a month (Wow)
  Y'all niggas want credit, but y'all need to slow down
  Kanye To The, killin' y'all from Chi-Town [Verse 3]
  Now, niggas forcing me to keep the heater
  Black strap, white handle, I got jungle fever
  You know the rules, five up close, one gon' leave ya
  You don't know about Kanye? Son gon' teach you
  What's the first thing that popped in your mind
  While I was popping this rhyme?
  You don't picture popping a nine?
  See, you paralyzed from the top of the spine...