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conversations.value: Write me a song called R.I.C.O. with the following description: Meek Mill and Drake show us what real friendship looks like: these rappers are tight with their crew, and if one of them goes down, they all go down together. Ironically, this song would later start a beef between the two.
  Meek and Drake connect on “R.I.C.O.”, their second collaboration on a solo track, following “Amen” from Meek Mill’s debut album Dreams & Nightmares.
  The two rappers' braggadocio runs rampant throughout, alluding to the titular R.I.C.O. statute, while heavy Drake collaborator Vinylz sets a laid back Toronto vibe.
  Meek has mentioned the R.I.C.O. act on more than one occasion. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Drake]
  Yeah, views, views, views
  Yeah, yeah, alright
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  Old ways, new women, gotta keep a balance
  The girl of your dreams to me is probably not a challenge
  I've been counted out so many times, I couldn't count it
  Funny how now my accountant is havin' trouble tryna count it
  To the people that think that I owe you shit
  Payback's a bitch and you know that shit
  Y'all niggas gettin' too old for this
  Please don't think nobody notices
  I've been up for way too many days
  Y'all sleep enough for me anyway
  Y'all don't be doin' shit anyway
  Y'all are not true to this anyway
  OVO, East End, Reps Up,
   
  we might just get hit with the R.I.C.O
  Everyone home for the summer, so let's not do nothing illegal
  I go make 50 million then I give some millions to my people
  They gon' go Tony Montana and cop them some Shaq at the free throws
  But they're from the way fam, there's not much to say fam
  They told me to tell you you mans are some wastemans
  And stay in your place fam
  My dad is from Memphis, and I am the king
  I should probably just move into Graceland
  Madonna’s a ting I know and I’m the king of pop
  I’m building Never-Never Land
  How he hate me when I never met the man, woo! [Refrain: Drake]
  We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O
  [Verse 2: Meek Mill]
  Meek Milly!
  'Cause we in the field with them birds like we play for the Eagles
  I'm on probation so let me not talk what's illegal (Switch it up)
  Today I woke up with my dream girl, she rich as a Beatle
  For my teachers that said I wouldn't make it here
  I spend a day what you make a year
  I had to drop this to make it clear
  That I got it locked like Jamaican hair
  All theses choppers poppin', niggas wildin', violence
  Why we even got to take it here?
  Why we even got to play these games?
  Run up on me, catch a facial there
  It's the Chasers, what you thought?
  I come through my block like I'm Rico
  Poppin' a wheelie, no squealie, can't talk to the cops, that's illegal
  I was like more a Rich Porter, no double-crossing on my peoples
  I take an M to the table and split it with my niggas equal
  I'm back on that hood shit, yeah that wish you would shit
  I'm talking that cross you that fade you fourth quarter
  Like Jordan, we back on that bullshit
  We came up from nothing
  We started on list's most wanted but now it's the Forbes list
  We really was doing shit
  I can hear echoes from feds on this beat from informants
  I think they recording
  Shhh, listen, you hear that? [Refrain: Drake]
  We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O
  We might just get hit with the R.I.C.O