conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Freestyle At Logic Concert in LA with the following description: While performing in L.A. on May 31, 2013 during the tour for his fourth official mixtape Welcome to Forever, Logic brought out Jon Bellion as a guest who decided to freestyle instead of performing one of his own songs. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: It's the type of records that these labels taking loans for
  The type of fuel that got them talking up some folklore
  So homie get that bag out my face
  I'm a full blown genius, what the fuck I need coke for
  And these labels sign wack shit cause of YouTube views
  And then they albums just sound like true bad news
  That's why I'm posted in the studio and [?] brought brews
  I make a bunch of artist sad, they the Blue Man Group
  I said this beard dumb long, hear me, got the Foo Man Chu
  And dank green in the mountain, yeah I do that dew
  I listen to opinions like "you so cute"
  A&Rs give opinions, "who the fuck asked you?"
  Ethiopian named Jordan, she my jump man boo
  And Visionary got the soul, we the jump man crew
  See my father control my bread like Bruh-Man do
  Which means I'm jumping over taxes like a stuntman do
  And shallow bitches be like "do me though"
  I'm like I got no time, I got run back to the studio
  I never been about that groupie flow
  I made a bunch of whack rappers get subconscious about they doodie flow
  You snoop around my iPhone
  You'll find a slight idea that'll have your fucking mind blown
  Raised by J Dilla, Mr. West, and Jay-Z
  You fast-forward, I'm conversatin' with No I.D
  I was nervous when him and me were speaking because all my tracks were gone
  And it was for a record I wasn't fucking rapping on
  I spit for Logic, he was like "yo Bellion, you nice."
  After awhile I'm like "fuck it, you right."
  They thinkin' that they special cause they hot on the mic
  'til this kid gave'em pop, money bodies your life
  I am fashion, samurais and assassins
  Couldn't see me with glasses
  Verses colder than snow like I'm overdosing in Aspen
  Doing it just for practice
  Then when you hear me rapping, you pray that I was a bastard
  Because I'm sonnin' kids like I ain't have a father figure
  I'll shake your hand cause I've never had a problem witcha
  You just a pebble baby, ain't nobody rockin' witcha
  I'll give you that Pusha T and put the fear of God up in you