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conversations.value: Write me a song called Levels (Remix) with the following description: Leaked on January 17, 2018, this remix of Meek Mill’s hit-song, “Levels”, features Diddy and French Montana.
  The song was leaked by Music Mafia. Nothing was known of the song prior to its release, though Meek has once performed “Levels” with Diddy, possibly hinting at where this remix came from. It is unknown as to why it wasn’t released officially by Meek.
  
  
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conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Meek Mill]
  See, it's brackets, nigga
  Them hoes ain't fuckin' you
  ‘Cause you ain't in that bracket, nigga
  Learn life, it's levels to this shit, young boy
  Aye, O, you feel me?
  [Hook: Meek Mill]
  Lil nigga, we don't rock the same clothes
  Fuck the same hoes, ‘cause it's levels to this shit
  Lil nigga, we don't drive the same whips
  We don't fuck the same chicks, ‘cause it's levels to this shit
  Lil nigga, we don't get the same paper
  You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit
  Lil nigga, ‘cause it's levels to this shit
  Lil nigga, ‘cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  ‘Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit
  Can't fuck my ho, ‘cause it's levels to this bitch
  And I be rockin' Prada like a devil in this bitch
  And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
  And I'm heavy as it get
  Shinin' like a motherfuckin' bezel on my wrist
  All my niggas mobbin' so we heavy in this bitch
  30 grand for the Muller, that's a Chevy on my wrist
  Woo! Cocaine Mulsanne
  Young nigga blowin' up; Kurt Cobain—boom!
  Skatin' on them like I'm Lil Wayne
  And this 458 don't do the lil lane—vroom!
  Swerve on 'em, niggas gotta nerve on 'em
  ‘Cause I heard the feds got him and he had them birds on him
  But a nigga back home and now niggas roll with him
  Caught a case, what you think? Nigga fuckin' told on him
  I ain't get my shit snatched yet
  You ain't get your bitch back yet
  One call, niggas aim that TEC
  Blood drawn, headshot, nigga brains on step
  Hot shit if you pop shit
  And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got shit
  We young niggas, we winnin', I pull up, drop shit
  Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith [Hook: Meek Mill & 
  Puff Daddy
  ]
  Lil nigga, we don't rock the same clothes
  Fuck the same hoes, ‘cause it's levels to this shit
  Lil nigga, we don't drive the same whips
  We don't fuck the same chicks, ‘cause it's levels to this shit
  Lil nigga, we don't get the same paper
  You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit (
  yo, Meek
  )
  Lil nigga, ‘cause it's levels to this shit (
  aye, yo, Meek, let me talk to these niggas man
  )
  Lil nigga, ‘cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!
  [Verse 2: Puff Daddy]
  Yeah, take that, take that
  One-point-two matte-black Maybach
  Y'all niggas burnt out, racetrack
  Bad boy, nigga, fuck around, bring mase back
  Y'all niggas hate that, come and get rocky like A$AP
  She poppin' on the Molly, she chase that
  Red dot, blue dot, here ho, drink that
  What up?
  Half a milly in the bank
  Afford a jet, spend a [?] in the tank
  You lil' niggas couldn't last in this ring
  Ayy, yo, nigga, I just bought me a bank
  'Cause there's levels to this shit
  Motherfucker, there's some levels to this shit
  We talkin' money, I'm a veteran at this
  Bad boy, rich niggas, we so heavy in this bitch [Hook: Meek Mill & 
  French Montana
  ]
  Lil nigga, we don't rock the same clothes
  Fuck the same hoes, ‘cause it's levels to this shit
  Lil nigga, we don't drive the same whips
  We don't fuck the same chicks, ‘cause it's levels to this shit
  Lil nigga, we don't get the same paper
  You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit
  Lil nigga, ‘cause it's levels to this shit
  Lil nigga, ‘cause it's levels to this shit (hah, Montana) — oh Lord!
  [Verse 3: French Montana]
  When he talk about drums, have you met him with the shit?
  Talk about climbing four levels with this shit
  Your watch ain't even worth bezel on my shit
  Two lumps on her ass, lookin' camel with this shit (hah)
  Talk about the game, Slick Rick with the chains
  Tim duckin' in the [?], [?] Davis with the aim (blah)
  Hit niggas, paramedics zip niggas
  Who you thought was real, nigga?
  In the line of pickin' niggas
  Started from the bottom, now we high on the hill
  Started from a dollar, now them niggas makin' mills
  Philly with the eagle with my nigga, Meek Mill
  High like The Beatles on the perc, on the pills (hah)
  We don't fuck with no bitch (hah)
  Been fuckin' your bitch
  We don't fuck with no nigga (hah)
  They don't fuck with my niggas [Hook: Meek Mill]
  Lil nigga, we don't rock the same clothes
  Fuck the same hoes, ‘cause it's levels to this shit
  Lil nigga, we don't drive the same whips
  We don't fuck the same chicks, ‘cause it's levels to this shit
  Lil nigga, we don't get the same paper
  You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit
  Lil nigga, ‘cause it's levels to this shit
  Lil nigga, ‘cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!