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conversations.value: Write me a song called On My Own with the following description: Lil Wayne depicts himself as a small-time hustler trying to get by
  This song is from The Carter, a masterpiece of the Early Wayne Era (before he fully hit his stride in The Carter II) Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro: Lil Wayne]
  Yeah, hit me with the snares, Fresh
  Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, just the snares, Fresh
  Ch-ch-ch-ch, I like the snares, Fresh
  Ch-ch-ch-ch, I'ma ride the snares all the way though this thing right here
  Drum section Weezy Baby
  [?] once again
  What up? This is what they call me, Dutch!
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  Eagle, Eagle Carter man
  In a '96 Regal contraband
  On my way to the east to the laundromat
  Got to wash that money and get on my ass
  Gotta flip them bricks it be gone so fast
  I got to do something I done blown my last
  Dollar holler at your boy on the ave
  And that cheap perico is what I'm known to have
  Shit tend to be slow I put on the mask
  And make it Halloween and take all your bags
  I say Holly-hollygrove won't you go and stand up
  And make these motherfuckers understand
  I say, "Look coach they pitching at me under hand"
  But I'm a designated hitter I adjust so fast
  Ya'll men designing women, I'm a woman's man
  I'm the Cash Money prince blow the trumpets band, and
  They say they want the drugs to stop
  But I'm a major set back when my album drop
  I got that wet crack flow out ya mami's pot
  I got that jet black four at ya mami's spot
  I'm trying to get back door I demand it now
  Yeah, panic now, you better pan it down
  'Fore the neighbors they overhear me tear it down
  Yeah it's Weezy F. Baby and his crown, the prince [Chorus: Reel]
  This is my town, my home
  This is my crown, my throne
  This is me on my own
  Let's get it on
  This is my town, my home
  This is my crown, my throne
  This is me on my own
  Let's get it on
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  And the handgun is so included
  Don't get it confused I want no confusion
  And keep ya ho I don't want your contusions
  I make my hoes stop and let the dough keep moving
  A bitch over some money is a hungry nuisance
  It's money over bitches that I am going to keep proving
  It's Weezy F, I got ya momma groovin'
  Out of all the Hot Boys she say I'm the coolest
  I bought my bag of oranges its time to juice it
  This game is a bitch and I'm trying to seduce it
  I floss, a awful lot of haters try and reduce it
  But the laser on the 45 is eyeing you stupid
  One shot to remind you who is
  That fly little nigga that's behind the trigger, Wizzle
  I'm off chronic combined with liquor
  But niggas'll never see me like Momma Tigger
  A 80's-baby a fighting nigga
  I got it on my mind like a psychic nigga
  I'm something you call pepper like a Viking slick
  See me over the viking stove I'm whitening bricks
  Or in the middle of the shoot out untightening clips
  Pop another one shoot back while lighting a spliff
  I do this you catching my drift
  Representing with my section on my belly and shit
  I am the prince [Chorus: Reel]
  This is my town, my home
  This is my crown, my throne
  This is me on my own
  Let's get it on
  This is my town, my home
  This is my crown, my throne
  This is me on my own
  Let's get it on
  [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  So roll the carpet out
  'Cause you fucking with a nigga from the royal South
  See you either in or you out and if you out stay in 'cause them warriors out
  Those vultures, them cops, and the lawyers out
  I just open up the gate and let my hoyas out
  No nigga I never call your house I'm probably somewhere taking Toya out
  Not answering my phone, man, ignoring ya spouse
  She leaving messages about me enjoying her mouth
  Hey I'm ready to knock a boy in the mouth
  Give me the name naw better yet point him out
  Hey, me and the streets got a joint account
  I'm from the streets that you need to be warned about
  New Orleans 
  whoa they
   put the gat in your mouth
  And we tote a lot of iron to flatten you out
  Few roaches but never had no rats in this house
  Never tell on one another leave that in the house
  Always been a small hustler moving my packaging out
  I ever run into some trouble send them savages out
  These niggas talking sweet I get them cavities out
  I got graveyard fliers man I'm passing them out
  Hey bitch nigga get ya ass on the ground and bow down to ya majesty now I am the prince [Chorus: Reel]
  This is my town, my home
  This is my crown, my throne
  This is me on my own
  Let's get it on
  This is my town, my home
  This is my crown, my throne
  This is me on my own
  Let's get it on