conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called CrasH with the following description: On “CrasH,” Q delivers a smooth flow over laid-back production from Boi-1da. Q discusses more serious topics of his life, including his family, wealth, and former life of crime. He recognizes that he must find a balance among all of the aspects of his life to overcome his unresolved issues and have some peace of mind.
  “CrasH” is the third and final pre-release single from CrasH Talk. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Uh, go
  Uh, go
  [Chorus]
  Too many M's to make (To make)
  Too many rules to break (To break)
  Too many fightin' that case (That case)
  I gotta find my way (My way)
  Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
  If I lose, she lose (Lose)
  And I ain't gettin' used to losses
  [Verse 1]
  Days like this, I wish all my locs was unchained (Chained)
  I mastered the rap game (Game), I mastered the dope game (Game)
  Still I feel like that I'm God-like on these long flights
  I'm left behind, it don't feel right
  Can't write the script when this real life
  Rich, still dodgin' that bus ride
  From the west side where don't shit slide, we on trip time
  Seen the field in their lies (Their lies)
  Can't be serious with no rappers (No rappers)
  Stayed down and what happened? (What happened?)
  Got my daughter that mansion (That mansion)
  Gave my mother that million (Million)
  Sold my soul to my feelings (My feelings)
  Can't go blind 'bout these women (No) [Chorus]
  Too many M's to make (To make)
  Too many rules to break (To break)
  Too many fightin' that case (That case)
  I gotta find my way (My way)
  Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
  If I lose, she lose (Lose)
  And I ain't gettin' used to losses
  I'm goin' off 'til I crash
  Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
  My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
  Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my...
  It knock me on my...
  [Verse 2]
  Nigga gotta hit the golf course to get a peace of mind
  Family friends want a piece of mine
  I can tell they all piecin' up
  And I can show 'em where peace resides
  Since eight years old, I knew I'd be rich
  'Cause the college route, it wasn't 'bout shit
  Tried the honest route, but chose house licks
  Tried to lock me up, but can't catch this
  Now where we touch down is on my X list, I'm on a fresh tip
  Too much time of livin' reckless
  Now add that time up on my left wrist
  Lil' rappers ain't impressive (Ain't impressive)
  Your tax bracket ain't impressive (Ain't impressive)
  You buy a chain, but won't buy no land
  That hashtag should say, "Desperate" (Desperate)
  I'm kickin' game for these young niggas
  'Cause one day they'll meet my daughter, uh
  All that bullshit I taught her, huh
  Way too blessed to be normal, uh
  Upper echelon, where we stand at
  So, girl, be proud that your skin black
  And be happy, girl, that your hair napped
  'Cause the school system won't teach that
  Where your father been, you gon' reach that [Chorus]
  Too many M's to make (To make)
  Too many rules to break (To break)
  Too many fightin' that case (That case)
  I gotta find my way (My way)
  Daughter need new shoes (Shoes)
  If I lose, she lose (Lose)
  And I ain't gettin' used to losses
  I'm goin' off 'til I crash
  Fuck all the opps, I kid you not, see we gon' crash
  My thoughts is sick, I don't have no sense, sometimes I crash
  Pour up this 1942, it knock me on my...
  It knock me on my...