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conversations.value: Write me a song called Ghetto Rich (Remix 1) with the following description: On this remix to the 2007 original, Rich Boy, Lil Wayne, and Nas describe the struggles of living in the ghetto. While oftentimes living in the ‘hood is glorified, all three rappers offer a more candid take in this song about the fear, mistrust, and deception that define their daily lives.
  Lil' Wayne in particular delivers one of his most heartfelt verses, describing the temptations of drug dealing, rising to fame, and dealing with the responsibility of being a role model.
  Polow da Don provides the  production.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Verse 1 - Rich Boy]
  Let me take you through my hood where I was born and raised
  Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting them K's
  Heavy guns and dope funds and raids by the police
  Still getting pulled over and asked by the police
  'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win
  See the color of your skin get you put in the pen
  It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone
  Sending niggas to the pen or the funeral home
  I be feeling like the Lord will never answer me back
  So I'm holding on my gat just in case they attack
  Bullet holes in your house will make it hard to sleep
  You see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap
  A lot of niggas doing life from undercovers and fake friends
  It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men
  Niggas doing life from undercovers and fake friends
  It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men
  [Hook - John Legend]
  It's where you live, it's where you play
  It's where you learn your favorite slang
  Your world is ghetto
  It's where I live; it's where I'm from
  It's where you had to tote your gun
  Your world is ghetto [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
  I could never win an Oscar cause I don't know how to act
  Saw my first million dollars and I ain't know how to act
  Then the second million came, then more came after that
  Then more came after that, hurricane after that
  Damn! And y'all saw the aftermath
  And in my hood we don't front, so I do give back
  When you see a hood nigga you gotta tilt your hat
  And since I'm a hood nigga, I do just that
  OGs used to tell me: "You just rap
  Lil' nigga all you need to do is rap"
  And just when I thought I was gon' do just that
  Poppa was a Rolling Stone and them stones was crack
  Fuck being like Mike I wanna be like pop
  Then I picked up a mic I wanna be like 'Pac
  Please put down the pipe you don't need that rock
  Please put up a fight for the kids that watch
  Us in the spotlight and then they mock
  But caskets get closed and then they drop
  And cases get closed and they are dropped
  'Cause no one knows and nobody got
  Any out no N-O, that they better not
  Three words to a witness: they get shot
  Let me tell you what this is, this is the block
  Always talk to God, never listen to cops [Hook]
  [Verse 3 - Nas]
  It's cool to love to win but it's better to hate to lose
  There's only one Nas 'bout a hundred thousand yous
  You lose money chasing women, never lose women chasing money
  Niggas is broke plus the wolves is hungry
  Morgues full of dead niggas who was taking money
  Morgues full of niggas with the last shit they ate in stomach
  Spinach and steak. GORE-TEX boot prints still on his face
  It's still on his face when we visit his wake
  Whatever's undone I'd do it, fight against a whole army
  One gun I'll use it, some Sun Tzu shit
  Creeping on ya like walking pneumonia
  You're far from opponents; we could spar for the moments
  I stay in deceitful conversations with creeps with foul natures
  Attempted murders trials, the basics
  Threatening the witnesses and relatives of dead victims
  It's the shit we live, uh
  Queensbridge thug matrimony, clap a phony
  Bullets even hit a cracker in his Abercrombie
  Psychoanalyst was asking me what happened to me?
  See the yak got to me, then the gat got to me
  Then the homies on the block with the stacks of money
  Then these beautiful bitches was bending backwards for me
  Then lames put the rap game in a casket slowly
  Man I don't give a fuck, this is rap to me