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conversations.value: Write me a song called Right Above It with the following description: “Right Above It” is Lil Wayne’s first single from his fresh-out-of-prison album, I’m Not A Human Being. It’s produced by the legendary Kane Beatz of “We Be Steady Mobbin” fame.
  As of 2015, the song is used as the opening theme to the HBO series Ballers. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Kane Beatz]
  [Intro]
  Kane is in the building
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  Who else is really trying to fuck with Hollywood Cole
  I'm with Marley G's bro
  Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows
  And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know
  This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh
  My real friends never hearing from me
  Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me
  That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused
  I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews
  We walk the same path, but got on different shoes
  Live in the same building, but we got different views
  I got a couple cars, I never get to use
  Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in two's
  And these days all the girls are down to roll
  I hit the strip club, and all them bitches find a pole
  Plus I been sipping, so this shit is moving kinda slow
  Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go
  [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  Now tell me how you love it
  You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
  We on, it's Young Money motherfucker
  If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker
  Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
  And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig
  And I got my gun in my boo purse
  And I don't bust back, because I shoot first [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Meet me on the fresh train
  Yes I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names
  And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games
  Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change
  And I smoke 'til I got chest pains
  And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jessie James
  Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne
  I been flyin' so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane
  Skinny pants and some Vans
  Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen
  As the world spin and dance in my hands
  Life is a beach, I'm just playing in the sand
  Uh, wake up and smell the pussy
  You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me
  I'm on a paper trail and ain't no telling where it took me
  Yeah, and I ain't a killer but don't push me
  [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  Now tell me how you love it
  You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
  We on, it's Young Money motherfucker
  If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker
  Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
  And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig
  I got my gun in my boo purse
  And I don't bust back, because I shoot first [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  How do you say what's never said?
  Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red
  Limping off tour, 'cause I made more off my second leg
  Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, 11th Grade
  Ball on automatic start
  I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw
  Wildcat offense, check the paw prints
  We in the building, you niggas in apartments
  Uh, now come on be my blood donor
  Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her
  Do it big and let the small fall under that
  Damn where you stumbled at? From where they make Gumbo at
  Kane got the fucking beat jumping like a jumping jack
  And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack
  Hip-Hop, I'm the heart of that
  Nigga, nothing short of that
  President Carter, Young Money Democrat
  [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  Now tell me how you love it
  You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it
  We on, it's Young Money motherfucker
  If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker
  Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch
  And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig
  I got my gun in my boo purse
  And I don't bust back, because I shoot first