conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called I’m On One (Freestyle) with the following description: This song is mainly about Jim Jones and his actions towards Max B after he split from Byrd Gang. Basically, Jones owes Max B one for 1) holding him back as an artist and not letting him out of his deal w/ Byrd Gang and 2) trying to use Max B’s wavy-ness to make money.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You Un-Wavey creatures
  You Owe One
  You Owe One
  Nigga you owe one
  MONTANA!
  Sliding with some hoes
  As long as that she's 18
  Tryna play it safe, tryna
  Stay up out the state green
  But whats up with you old niggas
  Judgement Day gon come, believe
  Its somethin bout this dough nigga
  Makin bitches cum so easy
  Uhhn, That street shit, we live boy
  That, that, that, you might
  Not be here next year boy (ARRGHH!)
  Got that drink, might be brown, might be white
  Move that brown, move that white
  My bitches brown, couple white
  Cheese steak, Philly boy, Night life, City boy
  Fuck a deal, Indy boy, Two chains, Tity Boi
  Like, like, like, whats up with your best friend?
  Drinkin Henny straight cause a liver cost ten grand
  Houses on my left hand (Chorus)
  Everybody movin weight in the city that I'm from
  And Im drinkin Henny straight til the day that I'm done
  Y'all niggas stole the Wave, stop actin like you dumb
  You niggas gettin older, somebody should have told you
  You owe one
  Nigga you owe one
  Nigga you owe one
  You owe one
  White flowers, got me burnin cash
  Stay, stay, stay, stay
  Stay in power, gotta learn to stash
  Eva had a nigga tryna stop the cream
  Then you pull the choppas out
  And then you watch a nigga sreaaaam?
  Yea, I had to take it there
  Had to do it personally to make it fair
  Accustomed to the life with a custom pair
  Best flows, Death Row, nigga get a chair
  Big chain drippin down
  Everyday same shit, but when I look back, shit different now
  Ridin with the same niggas til the death of moi
  Coke boy, Montana, you niggas know the repertoire