conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Prince Of The City with the following description: Wiz rips the beat of “Trapstar” by Young Jeezy. This was a hype freestyle for Show and Prove.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse]
  If you a rat or you a snitch
  You shouldn’t listen to this
  If you ain't talking Pittsburgh
  If you ain't mention the prince
  I'm sick with the spit
  You pissed I get chips for this shit
  This for my homies that be OT, whip full of bricks
  I'm on another level, dudes gotta catch up to my ride
  I'm ahead of my time
  I'm a threat to you guys, why?
  I’m still a student, yet I'm fluent with my rhymes
  Still that best of that good shit, professional hood shit
  Bill Gates cake
  , I won't settle for hood rich
  I’m fresh cause we don't sound like that other bullshit
  My team hustle, no days off
  And weigh so much salt
  That you might have to take a snow day off
  You ain't coming close to mine, if the cops bring a snitch about you
  Me on my worst day is what you pricks amount to
  Talk slick like the life we can't get about you
  And have dirt on you like I have some shit about you
  See Wiz Khalifa’s like a teacher I could show you to
  A spliff of reefer got me somewhere high up in the mountains
  You claim to be S-T-A-R-S
  But like you're under 21 you can't fuck with my bars
  Ask about me the streets think im the youngest in charge
  Pimp too, leave the club with a truck full of broads
  And if its on then im crushing them all
  You niggas prolly right
  When you say that I ain't fUckin with y'all, dogg
  I’m on a paper chase, moving unit state to state
  So I let the haters hate, got about a cake to make
  Money on the mind, moving at a greater pace
  Hungry on the grind and I ain't eating of a paper plate
  I need the finer things, came up on the rhyming game
  Now they listening, take his picture in them designer frames
  And they come with success some niggas gotta hate
  I see you playin with me, its different, its not a game
  I’m moving heavy in the trenches
  Best flow, back door
  When I knock any nigga senseless
  I don't do much, smoke about a blunt or two or three
  Gonna take more than a few bars to get through to me