conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Scottie with the following description: “Scottie” is named after famed NBA player, Scottie Pippen, who played for the Chicago Bulls until his retirement in 2004. He is often referred to as one of the greatest basketball defenders of all time.
  Much like “Life of Mr. Carter,” “Scottie”—known back then as “Scottie Pippen”—was highly anticipated by fans when it first appeared on a tentative tracklist of Tha Carter V in October 2014. However, it didn’t leak until four years later, on September 13, 2019, where the track leaked online along with the most of the OG Carter V.
  A year later, it got an official release on Tha Carter V’s deluxe on September 25, 2020. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Cool N Dre
  , 
  this is
  [Refrain]
  It's so simple that it's complicated (Complicated), uh
  You think about mistakes, that's when you made 'em (When you made 'em), yeah
  The water's runnin', baby, I ain't chasin' (I ain't chasin')
  'Cause only in still water we can see our faces (See our faces)
  Real shit, I told my nigga
  [Verse 1]
  "Boy, you better watch them hoes when you sleepin'
  Nigga, them dog-ass hoes be creepin'"
  I got a few Ms put up for safe keepin'
  Long hair, don't care like I was raised in a teepee
  Nigga, gun hurt, Nina said she 'bout to go streakin'
  Niggas 'bout to go to missin', niggas 'bout to go to deacons
  Niggas 'bout to get high as airmen from Tuskegee
  Niggas blind to the fact 'cause they don't wan' see me
  Niggas don't want talk, niggas don't want reason
  Niggas don't want peace, niggas don't know the meanin'
  Nigga said, "You're a bitch, nigga," bitch European
  Nigga, we Herculean, nigga, skate, surf, or skiin'
  Nigga really overseeing, y'all niggas sight seein'
  Tomorrow is what a nigga ain't guaranteein'
  New Orleans had a sheriff by the name of Harry Lee
  And when he died, niggas shouted out, "Tha-thank you, Jesus"
  Cruising down the street and I ain't Caribbean
  Ain't terrified and I ain't never been
  Sippin' H-Town, lookin' like Jeremy Lin
  I'm movin' slower than a fuckin' Maryland terrapin
  I ain't got time, patience very thin
  I will fuck a nigga bride on the day she marry him
  I'm a bad Samaritan, I'm a black American
  Got white like a fuckin' Aryan, and [Chorus]
  I don't need no pot to piss in, I just need a pot to whip it
  I don't need no fuckin' help, I don't need no Scottie Pippen
  I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need a chopper, nigga
  Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas
  I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no
  [Verse 2]
  Now beam me up Scotty
  You gon' find your mommy chopped up in a tub
  With "Stop snitchin'" written on a note by her body
  I picked up your ho and she wore something tiny
  I wore something simple, she like that about me
  My dope from the '90s, my dope ain't consignment
  My coke ain't that diet, I hope you a client
  These hoes be relying, these niggas be lying
  These niggas who snitchin' we throw to the lions
  Ain't no testifyin', you know desert's quiet
  So scream until you give your throat laryngitis, we so terrorizin'
  You cuddle too much, you choose hoes to confide in
  I know where you hide and that ho verified it
  I told my homie, "I know where to find him"
  He said, "You late, we already got him
  And by the way, it was an honor"
  That made my day, made me so proud
  I bought my bitch some shit from her favorite designer
  And a Chihuahua
  What's the occasion? Don't worry about it
  I don't fuck with snakes except Kobe, the Mamba
  Might cut off my hair 'cause these hoes is Delilah's
  Let me check my wallet, my pulse and my vitals
  Call me the greatest or call me retired
  It's up in the air like carbon monoxide
  Bitch, we in the buildin', we started from outside
  My dick is my third eye and she call it cockeyed
  My bath tub lift up, my walls do a 360
  She get so wet, it can be sea sickening
  Niggas expect some sort of leniency
  I'm in high def, but why are you screening me?
  I'm Weezy F you, with a sick dick
  Hop on my skateboard, do a quick trick
  Playin' my role, even with a thick script
  Waitin' on a revolution, hope I get a big tip
  Smoking on Cee-Lo Green, lighting up a big gift
  Every bud get nipped, life is so vibrant and the suns just trip
  Anything can happen, put the whats with the ifs
  But what's with the ifs?
  Just pass that weed like flyin' colors
  Light green, teal, turquoise, purple
  When I'm in a room, if these walls could talk
  I'm sure they'd prefer to be non-verbal
  Papa was a rolling stone, worthless
  Mama said I wasn't on purpose
  That's why I got a ice box where
  My heart used to be in this cold world
  I'm a monster, a cold blooded monster
  I'm colder than fuckin' Moscow, kilos, ounces, GRAMMYs, Oscars
  Knock you off your fuckin' high horse
  Like a cold-blooded jouster, fightin' for my life
  Praying to the ringside announcer [Refrain]
  It's so simple that it's complicated (Complicated), yeah
  You think about mistakes, that's when you made 'em (When you made 'em), yeah
  The water's runnin', baby, I ain't chasin' (I ain't chasin')
  'Cause only in still water's when we see our faces (See our faces)
  Real shit, tell 'em
  [Chorus]
  I don't need no pot to piss in, I just need a pot to whip it
  I don't need no fuckin' help, I don't need no Scottie Pippen
  I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need that chopper with me
  Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas
  I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no
  I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no
  I don't need a lot of niggas, I just need a chopper with me
  Graveyard or penitentiary, I keep runnin' out of niggas
  I ain't runnin' out on niggas, no
  Now beam me up Scotty (Now beam me up Scotty)