conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Hot 97 Freestyle with the following description: One of drake’s earlier freestyles. Haters criticized him for his reading off of his BlackBerry, but he tells us he keeps his flow in his pocket.
  Affion Crockett kinda smashed Drizzy, but I think its safe to say that he recovered. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  Young Money till the young boy dyin' out
  You hear me cryin' out
  You see me ridin’ out
  And if your man get to stuntin’
  We’ll buy 'em out
  Cause we be livin’ what these other rappers lyin' bout
  Drizzy Drake, what
  Funk Flex, uhh
  Hot 9-7, I’m so far gone
  Feelin' good, feelin' great, how you though?
  Bet you hear my name every single place that you go
  Sippin’ on pink shit, but nah it ain't Nuvo
  Slow the F down 'fore yo ass is on Pluto
  Tell me what it do
  I belong to the youngest Grammy nominated crew
  My city love me, but I got Toronto haters too
  That sit around and talk about
  What they’d have done if they was you
  But know I ball without a sphere in sight
  Club owners give me reasons to appear at night
  And just know thatIbe in the mirror like
  Are you listenin’? I hope you hearin' right
  I’m in the Aston doin' doughnuts
  I will kill the game and never send it my condolence
  Taught to never love a chick and only love the moments
  New York City, I can tell the people want it
  Uhh, what you got for me flex, uh [Verse 2]
  Vacuum interiors and shined wheels
  What's ya life like? This how mine feels
  I like my seat back, I like my wine chill
  I look good, smell better, and I rhyme ill
  I say I’m at these girls neck and head
  You and your girl sleep in separate beds
  I killed this, tell Flex it's dead
  You got birthday cake, mines weddin' tall
  Y'all lemon small, y'all never ball
  I get the girl of your dreams and I never call
  NY, I got it, I'm bout whatever y'all
  Yeah, 40 hears my interviews, tone it down
  I’m at your girls condo gettin' shown around
  Yeah, why you takin' everything personal?
  This that in-ya-face, all-offensive-on-purpose flow
  My city, never F’n need me
  Yeah, oh wait no they really need me
  Oh wait, hold up, Young F’n Weezy
  Holla at me when you done F’n Weezy