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conversations.value: Write me a song called Weather the Storm with the following description: Meek Mill & Lil Baby link for a gritty record in which they reflect on their life in the streets and making it from “licks to most wanted to the top of the Forbes” over hard-hitting production by StreetRunner & Tarik Azzouz. They have previously collaborated on Lil Baby’s 2018 track “Time”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Khaled & 
  Meek Mill
  ]
  We The Best Music
  2019 we ain't taking no shorts unless we going on vacation
  Big fish
  Another one
  Uh
  DJ Khaled
  [Verse 1: Meek Mill]
  Drop top gone (Drop top gone)
  Selling popcorn (Selling popcorn)
  I went from list of most wanted to the top of the Forbes
  Fucked up the trenches (Fucked up the trenches)
  I weather the storm (Weather that shit)
  Young living legend, I be on that shit that these niggas ain't on (Niggas ain't on)
  I went to war with the system (Yeah)
  To give my son toys on Christmas (Yeah)
  Probably won't give me no Grammy (Give me that)
  Putting awards on wrists (Yeah)
  We had to kill just to make it out, shit, we puttin' rewards on niggas (Brrt)
  Live by the gun and we die about it, shit, I'm praying the sword don't kill us
  Praying the Lord forgive us, we going to war with killers
  They put a bounty all on my dawgs, want 'em dead by morning, nigga
  We took risks to live like this, ain't doing consignment (Doing consignment)
  I brought my mama tears, and I turned 'em to VVS diamonds (VVS diamonds)
  I know you see me on top of my game, ain't see me declining
  Turned to a monster, the next time you saw me, you seen I was climbing (Seen I was climbing)
  They took my elevator, I said fuck it, I'm taking the steps (Taking the steps)
  Got me on bail, they want me in jail, they say I'm a threat (Say I'm a threat)
  Fighting for freedom 11 years, they been taking my breath (Taking my breath)
  Watching the feds taking pictures, it been making me stress (Makin' me sweat)
  Tapping my phone, taking my rights, and making 'em wrong
  Deep in this shit, had to dance with the devil to make it back home, yeah [Verse 2: Lil Baby]
  I got a call from one of the dawgs, say, "You been riding private"
  He say I should tell the pilot to come and get him
  And the crazy part about it, my nigga sitting in a prison
  And the other crazy part about it, I really know that feeling, yeah
  I can't put my trust inside the system
  Gotta be here for my sisters
  And my niece believe in Christmas
  And her dad, somebody killed him
  Some shit I don't remember
  'Cause I left him in a box when they had me in them locks
  I blame God for my convictions
  Never give a judge that ammunition
  Never had no codefendants
  God gon' be my only witness
  Never take it personal, it's whatever when we handling business
  We been through the worst, them situations we can never mention
  You gon' have your mom losing her mind if you get a conviction
  Got some homies sitting in the feds, hope they get an eviction
  Praying to his gun, he got his fire, he ain't got no religion
  I heard Meek got 2 for a wheelie and I was in the kitchen serving
   Had me thinking is it all worth it?
  Thinking 'bout the chances that I took to buy you purses
  Thinking 'bout them licks that we went on and just go splurge it
  Switched it up and everything been working