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conversations.value: Write me a song called From Adam with the following description: “From Adam” is the sixth track from the The Game’s Documentary 2.5, which acts at the second disc in a sequel to his widely acclaimed debut.
  The song features Lil Wayne, who performs the song’s hook. They have collaborated numerous times previously, on songs such as “My Life”, & “Celebration”.
  
  The track was also recorded drunk, much like Start From Scratch, providing it with the emotional tone. In the second verse, he story of how he got shot in a similar way he did on the second verse of “Start From Scratch.”
  The production is handled by Game’s frequent collaborators Cool & Dre,  who sample elements from “Who Made You Go” performed by Faith Hope & Charity.
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5UJFBmKGxY Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: The Game & 
  sample
  ]
  Here we go again
  Ten years later
  You know what man? Uhm
  (
  "I wanna know!"
  )
  Fuck it
  Ayo C
  Give me that Jameson and that pickle juice
  Thank you
  I got some shit on my mind
  (
  "I wanna know!"
  )
  [Verse 1: The Game & 
  sample
  ]
  My little nigga Frogg dead, dog
  They shot my little nigga in his head, dog
  You heard what the fuck I just said, dog?
  Walk inside my closet like fuck everything red, dog
  If you seen your best friend stiff, you would cry too
  Sometimes I don't even wanna be a Piru
  Then I think about it like, fuck everything blue
  Who killed my motherfuckin' brother?
  (
  "I wanna know!"
  )
  Who killed G man too? The shit I seen men do
  If I told you, I'd have me floating in some cement shoes
  See Compton ain't shit really
  And I’ve been at the bottom of the pits, feel me?
  I done had some real niggas try to kill me
  Fake niggas in my crew
  Crip niggas more loyal than a few of my Piru
  I done been shot, had a surgery or two
  Above the rim like Pac, I’m like birdie at the troops
  And I can’t lie, every time I see Suge my heart beat
  Cause I don’t know if I should dap him or let the hawk speak
  Wilmington and Brazil, nigga them my cross streets
  And who gon’ take it from me? [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  They think they know me
  But they do not know me
  'Cause I do not know me
  Who killed my homie?
  I wanna know names
  Click-clack explain
  I can kill you but ain’t nothing gon' change
  But I might do it anyway
  You gon' die any way
  I’m gon' die any way
  We can go any day
  It can be any day
  But for you
  Today is the day
  Today is the day, yeah
  [Verse 2: The Game & 
  sample
  ]
  I was playing Madden then I heard a knock
  Everybody know I got shot but this for niggas that forgot
  Sometimes I thank God that I got set up
  When you shot twice in the chest, it's kinda hard to keep your head up
  Suspect one: the homies never came to see me
  Suspect two: Red hid my gun behind the TV
  Suspect three: I was beefing with this Crip in my apartment
  Shit started cause we fought and he couldn't see me
  There's usually ten niggas in our dope spot
  Cold ass night, I'm like a janitor at Wing Stop
  I usually play Xbox with the gun cocked
  I'm cool with taking mine, but I took other niggas' gunshots
  Chest wide open, I'm tryna fight, but my lungs not
  Hole in my chest 'bout the size of a kumquat
  I know who shot me 'cause I shot them
  But who set me up? I ain't tripping but—
  (
  "I wanna know!"
  ) [Chorus: Lil Wayne]
  They think they know me
  But they do not know me
  'Cause I do not know me
  Who killed my homie?
  I wanna know names
  Click-clack explain
  I can kill you but ain’t nothing gon' change
  But I might do it anyway
  You gon' die any way
  I’m gon' die any way
  We can go any day
  It can be any day
  But for you
  Today is the day
  Today is the day, yeah
  [Verse 3: The Game & 
  sample
  ]
  Let me tell you how I met my nigga Wack
  Shit, he ain't always have a nigga back
  When I met him, he was standing behind Suge
  And everything is all good when you banging for your hood
  Compton
  That nigga Wack got my number and came through
  Now let me tell you the type of shit the Game do
  He walked in the booth where I was spitting
  Gave him ten thousand, couldn't even finish his fuckin' sentence
  I ain't owe him shit, but real recognize real
  Now we like two red-nosed Pits
  Cross him, you gotta cross me
  And don't forget about where my nigga AR be
  He be in the cut, that niggas nuts, don't give a fuck
  Love his nigga Game to death, and he mean it from the guts
  Blood, what's up? Which one of you dumb mothafuckas wanna try us?
  (
  "I wanna know!"
  )