conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Just Chill with the following description: “Just Chill” fully leaked on September 14, 2018. The track can be seen listed on the tentative tracklist (first previewed in 2014).
  
  This was another leaked snippet by none other than Martin Shkreli, who bought Tha Carter V in 2016. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  Verify, got haircut
  Mu in this bitch, Scoob in this bitch with me
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  So much shit on my mind, I just hope I don't smell like it
  The motherfuckers pointing fingers
  Be the same ones that have nail bitin'
  Real niggas, still real niggas, you new niggas, just lil' niggas
  When ya shit fall, don't be surprised
  Acting like you didn't hear timber
  I'm caffeinated, I'm half-sedated
  I started from the bottom, I gravitated
  I'm validated, I'm a trigger happy nigga
  And it's sad to say it, but I had to say it
  I had to do it, I had to stunt, act like I had what I had for once
  With all of my thank yous added up
  I still can't thank Birdman enough
  , I woke up in a new Tyra Banks
  I've been gettin' money since Shabba Ranks
  The car I'm in brand spankin' new, it just got spanked
  Real niggas say rest in peace to DJ Screw
  Rest in peace to Pimp C too
  Fuck your bulletproof vest (blat) I still need proof, my nigga
  I hate you like mustard, I'm disgustin'
  I'm aiming at your chest, hit your face, I'm just rusty
  Cherish every step that we take, some of us clumsy
  Lookin' for a breath of fresh air, it's hidin' from me, fuck
  Mall roll it up in the leaf, weed stronger than Zangief
  I last longer than an antique, her pussy cummin' like a stampede
  She cooks, fucks and clean, the type of bitch that every man need
  The type of bitch that every man leave
  That ain't cool, and she wearin' sleeves, but chill, just chill [Chorus: Justin Bieber]
  Girl, you gotta chill, uh, I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah
  Girl, you gotta chill, uh, you know that I'll always keep it real
  You just need to chill, oh, oh
  Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
  Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
  Yeah, girl, you gotta chill
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  You could fuck all these bitches, except my bitches
  Yeah right, I wish, with all three wishes
  Man I swear she got too attached, had to cut the umbilical
  Man I swear I'm so armed, I feel like I got tentacles
  Niggas bumpin' their gums, I feel like Orajel
  Got 'em scratchin' their head, combin' out broken nails
  See I give 'em my love, but I'm an indian giver
  Got my ear to the streets, I hear the enemy whisper
  I break the bank with a sledgehammer
  Cellphone rings like Saturn
  Bitch let a nigga breathe, breathe like a dragon
  I hide money everywhere, that's my hidden talent
  One time for them gangstas, fuck that, two times for them gangstas
  If you got a problem, I'll fix that like, yeah nigga I'm maintenance
  Got a bad bitch and she anxious, bitch, you just an acquaintance
  I'll ask a rat, "Why be a rat?" then kill him while he explainin'
  Tell your foot soldiers to walk light, handful of real niggas left
  And if any nigga wanna step to me tell 'em hurry up and take bigger steps
  My bitch deep, I get in depth, that's what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout
  She dyed her pussy hair red, she said she had to roll the red carpet out
  That's real
  So real [Chorus: Justin Bieber]
  Yeah, you know that I'll always keep it real
  You just need to chill, oh, oh
  Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
  I just gotta tell you how I feel, yeah, girl you gotta chill
  Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
  Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
  Girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill (gotta chill)
  Yeah, girl, you gotta chill, girl, you gotta chill
  Girl, you gotta chill
  [Outro: French Montana & 
  Justin Bieber
  ]
  Yeah, Tunechi
  Shawty is you gon' ride 'til it's over? (Ride, 'til it's over)
  Man we gettin' high, never sober (High, never sober)
  Still ridin' dirty 'til it's over (haaan, ayy, ayy, ayy)