conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Letter with the following description: On track 12 of Lil B.I.G. Pac, Kodak details a relationship he has with one of his friends that’s incarerated. He communicates with his friend by writing letters, hence the title of this track. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Kodak Black]
  Nah
  What they did right there
  Nah, let me see that
  (Nah, that's just-)
  Who that from, right there?
  Yahhh, my nigga!
  That real
  [Verse 1: Kodak Black]
  Just got a letter from my nigga
  I grabbed the top and I ripped it
  Two pages front and back
  I read them and started grinnin'
  Wonderin' how I'm doin'
  He like, "Lil bruh, how you feelin'?"
  Told me shit ain't the same without me, the streets miss me
  He hate the situation I'm in, he say I'm trippin'
  Just got out of the county, they tried to send him to prison
  Just talked to his P.O. and he still facin' a sentence
  While he was writin', he was 
  blowin' kush and drinkin' Remy
  He lookin' at my pictures right now, he in his feelins'
  Just tryna bounce back, but other than that he chillin'
  Tellin' me how his dog went down and went to snitchin'
  Damn, that shit crazy cause we in the same position
  Say he remember them times goin' on them missions
  Say he for real, he really do, he reminiscin'
  He out there making moves, then get caught up with the swivelin'
  Everything going smooth and you just get caught slippin' [Verse 2: Kodak Black]
  This shit a lesson for you breh, you better pay attention
  When you get out, Kodak, stay focused and keep spittin'
  Bruh, you remember that hoe you was fuckin' with, Lil Vicky?
  Man, I hear she fuck with some nigga from Khia City
  When you think about it, I ain't seen you in a minute
  I hope when I get out we could ride around the city
  I'm in Tallahassee right now, I'm with Lil Ricky
  I'm tryna stumble across a little play, I'm just livin'
  Just do your time and don't be worried about these bitches
  I'm here for you, anything you need, breh, just hit me
  Your brother just told me you hopped on a plea for three
  But everybody sayin' you caught eleven years, G
  I'm doin' good nigga, how about you?
  I had to send a kite cause that's what real niggas do
  You my lil nigga forever, just keep your head up
  And write me back ASAP, soon as you get this letter