conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 925 with the following description: “925” shares Logic’s shamelessness of following through with his music career rather than working a regular nine-to-five job.
  This song offers a heavy Kanye West influence with many different lyric references, the beat style, and Logic’s overall flow on the track. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Now if you feeling how I'm feeling put your hands up high
  Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha!
  If you feeling how I'm feeling put your lighters in the sky
  Buck, buck, buck, buck, booyakasha!
  [Verse 1]
  Now if you feeling how I'm feeling, put your hands up high
  If you feeling how I'm feeling put your lighters in the sky
  I'll be damned if I ain't living the life I always wanted
  Started from the bottom as a youngin gettin' blunted
  Now I run it like a marathon, ho, yeah it's on, ho
  Hits motherfucker, hits, Barry Bonds, ho
  In the studio for twenty-two days
  I'm too paid, might fuck around and kick-flip in my new J's
  I got a show in Paris then Tokyo so I'm Lu-paid
  Fucked a shorty in Paris, I'm getting crème brûlée’d
  [Chorus]
  Fuck a nine to five, I'm too alive for the real world
  Never die in the real world, lie in the real world
  Everything ain't what it seems
  When you following your dream
  Fuck a nine to five, I'm too alive for the real world
  Never die in the real world, lie in the real world
  Everything ain't what it seems
  When you following your dream [Verse 2]
  How you feeling, ho? I'm making a killing, ho, really doe
  Talking all that shit behind my back just like a silly (ho)
  Had a dream: Dr. King
  , 
  now that money ain't a thing
  I've been through a lot of pain, looking like we overcame
  Goddamn, life just ain't the same, all y'all know my name
  Fuck the fame, Maryland where I came, broke up in the game
  And it feel good, good, real good, good
  Now we livin' in the hills pissing off the neighborhood
  It's just me, Castro and 6ix, going crazy in this bitch
  Plus my homie Jon, and the whole RattPack, you know we on
  Livin' the life of a don
   
  while my homie, Slay, roll up the swisher
  I get richer while they hate, watch the money gravitate
  Finally eatin', grab a plate, hell yeah, that's sounding great
  I've been high, I been low, but there's one thing that I know:
  It's been a long time coming, now my whole team got it
  And if you hatin', suck a dick and bitch about it
  [Chorus]
  Fuck a nine to five, I'm too alive for the real world
  Never die in the real world, lie in the real world
  Everything ain't what it seems
  When you following your dream
  Fuck a nine to five, I'm too alive for the real world
  Never die in the real world, lie in the real world
  Everything ain't what it seem
  When you following your motherfucking dreams, yeah [Interlude: Richard Pryor (Sampled)]
  You know it's funny doe, man, white people be frontin'
  And you ever noticed like you'd be the only nigga some place
  And you go where white people, they be like:
  "You wanna move out of the way fellas? Excuse me, thank you very much - taking up all the fucking area, Jesus Christ!"
  I love when white dudes get mad and cuss
  'Cause you all are some funny motherfuckers when you cuss!
  They be saying shit like "Alright, cut the shit! Fucking jerk off!"
  [Chorus]
  Fuck a nine to five, I'm too alive for the real world
  Never die in the real world, lie in the real world
  Everything ain't what it seems
  When you following your dream
  Fuck a nine to five, I'm too alive for the real world
  Never die in the real world, lie in the real world
  Everything ain't what it seem
  When you following your motherfucking dreams, yeah