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conversations.value: Write me a song called Lemon Pepper Freestyle with the following description: Adding on another hit to their catalog of collaborations, “Lemon Pepper Freestyle” sees Drake and Rick Ross raving about their lavish lifestyle and what it entails. Additionally, Drake also makes references to his son, Adonis Graham, going to school and having a good co-parent relationship with his mother, Sophie Brussaux.
  The song’s title is a shoutout to Rick Ross and his affinity for lemon pepper wings. He notably owns a variety of Wing Stop franchises and often promotes the company by shouting out his favorite wing seasoning. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Rick Ross]
  Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  I pray these niggas understand how passionate the tale is
  To get you under my pressure
  Richer
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  To get you under my pressure
  Yes, uh
  Biggest, you feel me? 
  (
  M-M-M-Maybach Music
  )
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  Godfather with a garden full of snakes
  Call Porsche, time to give away a Wraith
  Bricks boy, tryna turn 'em into bass
  Big boy, I been tryin' buy the Braves
  Courtroom soundin' like I'm in the opera
  Went and got it, now these niggas wanna knock us
  Bitches fallin' 'cause they need a couple dollars
  But it ain't a problem 'cause a nigga really got it
  Fat boy, rich nigga, with a appetite
  Count monеy all night under the candlelight
  Spinnin' vinyl, Tеddy P, or is it Lionel?
  Not a model, but I know I been your idol
  Big bank, sparkin' weed without a lighter
  On fire 'cause I'm just a different writer
  Practicin' social distance with all these snitch niggas
  Guess he jealous 'cause I had his favorite bitch with us
  Big bucks, steppin' outta big trucks
  Steppin' on my feet, it'll get you fucked up
  Got the squad with me and all they did was gimme love
  Foot Locker, twenty deep, a nigga spend a dub
  G-Wagen for my bitch, that girl go live it up
  Death row, that's for these niggas, I'ma hit 'em up
  Makaveli, it's 
  All Eyez on Me
  Pinkie rings, it's still M.O.B.
   
  (
  M-M-M-Maybach Music
  ) [Break]
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  To get you under my pressure
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  To get you under my pressure
  Tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  [Verse 2: Drake]
  Yeah, heart just turned purple
  Three-sixty up front, it all comes full circle
  Class photographs, Sandy had me on my Urkel
  (
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  )
  Patty Mahomes, 'bout to fall short a couple hunnid
  Signed, sealed, delivered, I fucked the notary public
  She witnessed me sign off on some undeniable numbers
  (
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  )
  Yeah, make a set sail in Croatia to get a leverage
  Groundskeepers cuttin' the grass and clippin' the hedges
  I took two mill' out the cage down in the desert
  Matthew Maddox called in the pit boss, double checkin'
  "The number's all good, just pay me, I'm at the Rhino"
  Real life, the whole fam' goons like Ralo
  One truck in front of me, one behind me to follow
  Lemme get a lemon pepper order, please
  You gotta have the link before you order these
  Dockin' jet skis in the Florida Keys
  We all grateful for Weezy, but no one more than me
  You just found a bottle with the messages
  These days, fame is disconnected from excellence
  Half the time, I gotta ask niggas what they profession is
  Ushered a generation in, these are where my confessions live
  (
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  )
  I did brunch with the judge we appearin' before
  Private villas only, I don't go near a resort
  We want everything galore, not just Lira Galore
  (
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  )
  For real, and my city love me like DeMar DeRozan
  I sent her the child support, she sent me the heart emoji
  They all say they love me, but they hardly know me
  (
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  )
  Yeah, dropped him off at school, big day for my lil' man
  Recess hits, daddy prolly made another M
  School bell rings and I'm out there to get him again
  (
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  )
  Yeah, teacher-parent meetings, wives get googly-eyed
  Regardless of what they husbands do to provide
  Askin' if I know Beyoncé and Nicki Minaj
  (
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  )
  Of course, pull up to the front in the fleet of Suburbans
  Flooded French Immersion with the Secret Service
  Shit is so obvious, it defeats the purpose
  If this is your hobby, then come and meet your maker
  Champagne, ring bells in the streets of Jamaica
  Started at the crib, look how far this shit'll take ya
  Ross sittin' on two hunnid thirty-five acres
  (
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  )
  And that's facts, Hamdan Mohammed like my third cousin (Facts)
  Mansoor Mohammed like my real brother (Facts)
  Dubai embrace me like a Emirati (Facts)
  All my Rolls-Royces got a different body (Facts)
  Mansory, kitted out with every option (Facts)
  Lemme know if that's a problem 
  (
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  )
  If you got a problem with me, gotta walk around it
  Used to say I had 'fore I got it, now I got it all
  And bein' honest, I don't really wanna talk about it
  And if I didn't have it, wouldn't wanna sulk about it
  I had it so long, I don't even celebrate it
  Negative thoughts don't even enter my inner matrix
  'Magine me still rappin' 'bout if I never made it
  (
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  )
  Damn, not too many parallels left in our lives
  I mean, my crib look bigger through my son's eyes
  And the squad look bigger to the young guys
  And my dick feel better when you drunk, right?
  Spend nighttime starin' at the sunrise
  And my diamonds all hittin' like tie-dye
  Air Canada Centre nigga when I die
  Y'all gon' have to fly in and do your fake cry
  First couple rows, you gon' see the real guys
  The ones that purchase they vehicles 'cause their trunk size
  The ones that look at other rappers like it's lunch time
  Watch on my wrist never showed me crunch time
  'Cause I ain't never let it come to that one time
  To be real, man, I never did one crime
  But none of my brothers could caption that line
  At all, kill me, that's talent God wasted
  Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it
  When mama was too tired to cook and we had the basics
  Instant noodles, sriracha, I still taste it
  Now it's a movie, I'm back at Bellag', wasted
  Niggas love tryna put my back where the walls facin'
  Big body frames, wasn't into car racin'
  Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin'
  I always end up droppin' the top when it starts rainin'
  Livin' in the 6, eight weeks, sun blazin'
  After that, the killers just go into hibernation
  (
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  )
  Damn, rest in peace Dolla Bill
  How I get a girl and girls still wanna holla still?
  How I'm so famous, gotta live where they hide the hills?
  (
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  )
  Everybody that survive got survivor's guilt
  My label gotta prove they love me, gotta wire mills
  My boy kitchen's done, lookin' like a flour mill
  You niggas' faces lookin' like you drink sour milk
  And your albums like some mothafuckin' fire drills
  It's like this shit feels real, but it's never real (Yeah) [Outro]
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  To get you under my pressure
  I been tryin', tryin', tryin', tryin'
  To get you under my pressure