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conversations.value: Write me a song called Street Cred with the following description: On “Street Cred,” Atlanta trap legend Gucci Mane enlists the help of Drake and Killer Mike for an ode to their clout in the streets. The three rappers boast about their exotic lifestyles and confirm their power in their respective hoods.
  This track marks the first time that all three rappers have appeared on the same track, although Gucci Mane has worked with each rapper individually before. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Gucci Mane (DJ Drama)]
  Bustas! (I know) Gansta Grillz, bastards! (I know)
  (It's not fair, I agree, I totally agree, it's not!)
  [Pre-Chorus: Gucci Mane (DJ Drama)]
  It's Gucci! (hahaha) What's happening? Burr!
  DJ Drama, what's happening? (Mr. Thanksgiving) Gansta Grillz
  Gucci! Drizzy Drake and Gucci
  It's Gucci! What's happening? (I'm shivering!) Burr!
  DJ Drama, what's happening? (Ya know what I mean?) Gansta Grillz
  Gucci! Drizzy Drake and Gucci
  It's Gucci! What's happening? Burr! (Guccimerica!)
  DJ Drama, what's happening? (We've read this) Gansta Grillz
  Gucci! Drizzy Drake and Gucci
  Ha! (1017) They ain't expect this one
  Expect the unexpected motherfucker
  It's Gucci!
  [Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
  From Zone Six to the SWATS, I'm a keep the block burnin'
  Long as the world keep turnin', money I'm gon' be earnin (hah)
  Lost my train of thought, if someone find it, return it
  You niggas wanna beat me like my children, I'm hearin' (shh)
  You come between my paper route, that's pass interference
  Now cash interference, I shine just like my earrings (bling)
  It's $50 K today, twelve bars, a feature appearance
  My sneaker bill cost more than what you make in a year, man
  Don't near man, there's no one near man, you're like a cheer man
  No coachin', Gucci the GM and you're the beer man
  Don't try me like I'm a pussy another tin man
  I rap I bust bricks so you can call it R&B man
  Gucci! [Bridge: DJ Drama]
  I got a new side job, I'm hip-hop security
  And what that means is I'm takin' all credentials
  What you say and what you do, accomplishments, accolades
  I'm like the airport, all identification will be checked
  Drama!
  [Verse 2: Drake]
  Look, uh, feelin sorry for the runner up
  I'm still away gettin money when the sun is up
  And they keep sayin how they need me to deliver
  Cause they hate it when the rookie starters can't put the numbers up
  Maann, hate is so pasé, catch me in a Tom Ford suit on draft day, nigga
  And it's just me and my money, ya'll don't even get to play when ya'll are leading by twenty
  Yeah, I infiltrated the game, I was hesitant at first and feared what it would change
  Now I'm high of the success and faded off of the fame
  But still I managed to keep all of my opinions the same
  Man, I am So Far Gone, bitch I'm outta here
  Hotter than santa inside rockin nauta wear
  I want it all man, I never learned how to share
  I also can no longer converse with you thousandaires
  Wow, I swear I'm killin shit, I'm killin shit
  Shoutout to the niggas I just made a couple million with
  Yeah, from the beginning to the end
  Know I'm into making history, not into making friends, motherfuckaa [Bridge: DJ Drama]
  I've seen a lot come and go
  Some niggas was runnin too fast, ran outta breath too quick
  Us over here? We pace ourselves, the finish line is way far ahead
  You niggas keep gettin cramps in the race, don't pass out, baby!
  Look for me in the rafters!
  [Verse 3: Killer Mike]
  Mike bigga baby, it's bigger baby, Gucci, Louis, Prada
  Don Dada, I am hot as the Sahara
  What I spit in my saliva is a flow hotter than lava
  When I grab a microphone, I flame on like Waka Flocka
  Got a thirty-eight revolver that I call my problem-solver
  I ain't worried bout no rappers, they just talk, they just holler
  When that fire hit their ass, they'll walk, they crew will follow
  Like a pimp, I pop my collar, at the prospect of tomorrow
  Naw said life a bitch, so I'm a break her for some dollars
  I will never be a simple, sorry, sucka stuck in squalor
  I will murder ever verse I ever versed to get the guala
  I am cursed since I first dispersed a dime bag of rocka in exchange for a dollar
  [Outro: Gucci Mane]
  Ay, to all you other rappers out there
  If I'm not eatin with ya, and you have an opinion about me
  Always remember how insignificant your opinion is to the world
  Whether you like, or dislike me, tomorrow's coming
  So with that said, get on your grind, because it's about time, bitch!