conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Hate in Your Soul with the following description: “Hate in Your Soul” is an unreleased throwaway by Future, featuring production from Metro Boomin. It’s thought that the track was recorded during sessions for DS2 and simply didn’t make the final tracklist. It was auctioned by Music Mafia and later leaked on December 27, 2017. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box, know what I'm sayin'?
  If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you
  [Chorus]
  Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
  Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
  You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it
  You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothin' about it
  Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
  Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
  You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it
  You done sold your soul, you can't do nothin' about it
  [Verse 1]
  One for the money, yes sir, two for the show
  A couple years ago, sellin' blow in Mexico
  Was a starter, something good
  Now I pull up in the 'Rari, I'm in my hood
  Yeah, just rollin' that dank up
  Niggas ain't never wanted no war with us
  Niggas ain't never did fly with us
  Bitch, my clique notorious
  Bet you can't come close to this
  I sit in the back of the whip like this
  Got a bankroll like I'm still servin' that fish scale
  I did a girl in private, she don't wanna hide it
  Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
  I'm takin' this personal, nigga, like Monica
  I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
  I keep a strap on me, Osama, you know I came and conquered
  I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
  You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
  And I'm in Chanel and Prada [Chorus]
  Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
  Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
  You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it
  You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothin' about it
  Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
  Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
  You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it
  You done sold your soul, you can't do nothin' about it
  [Verse 2]
  You in them cuts 'cause that's your hideaway
  You at your grandma house, you posted up
  You put that chopper on IG
  You ready to let it go to make 'em outta believers
  You hit your block and get at it
  You hit that block and get at it
  You used to glorify this life, nigga
  Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
  You see how niggas thinkin' 'bout you?
  Now, you layin' on the pavement
  Nigga, bleedin' from your backside
  'Boutta take a long vacation
  Pour out Hennessey for you
  Pour some Hennessey for you
  I know that's your favorite drink, nigga
  (I know that's your favorite drink) [Chorus]
  Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
  Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
  You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it
  You got that hate inside your soul, you can't do nothin' about it
  Got too many racks on me, can't fit in the wallet
  Got too much style on me, can't fuck with no stylist
  You got that hate all in your soul, can't do nothin' about it
  You done sold your soul, you can't do nothin' about it