conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Good Night and Good Luck with the following description: A diss track to Aristo. Some guy Drake got in a beef with earlier in his career in Canada. He pretty much demolished his career with song and a final track he did with some of his earlier rapper buddies called “Good Riddance.”
  Apparently Aristo thought Drake was throwin subliminal’s at him and got all butt hurt and decided to start dissin him. Drake being the up and coming emcee he was at the time couldn’t back down and put this out. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: I guess this is goodbye, Goodnight and Goodluck
  I'm sitting outside man I'm right in the truck
  Bags packed, pack of black and milds lighting them up
  I'm looking down on these niggas while inviting them up
  I'd like to know the reasoning behind subliminals
  Like who told them to mention me?
  I am elevated homie, you are elementary
  Telling them you selling dope and never sold a Century Sam
  Saying you get denied off your entry exam
  You get flow and you done fo'
  , converse in one verse
  About you fraud niggas that shoot never and run first
  And ask Juicy if I Stay Fly
  On the cellphone, and got a ten on the other end like an eight bi
  Six two and they tell me you ye' high
  They can't but they try, still get offended if I don't say hi
  To me it's kinda gay if I'm saying hi to like eight guys
  So I just walk past and keep it cool till the hate dies
  I do nothing that would offend these cats
  But I wish I had a spot where I could send these cats
  Like here, sit on this island man and pen these raps
  Bust them shots, pretend you trap, do whatever man
  Long as you never find your way home I'm cool with it
  I left you a shovel there, you know what to do with it
  I never bust a gun, I'm Mister C-T-V
  At least, I'm not Mister Dick Riding C-T-E
  Rappers believe me, I'm cuttin' records with Jody Breezy
  And that nigga would even admit that you flowin' Jeezy
  Slow your roll this ain't a diss song
  This song, will let you know I'm not the one to pick on
  White with the yellow, the over easy I'm a swiss on
  Only got a couple girls that I'm willing to kiss on
  With the rest I turn the charm that they cannot resist on
  If they wanna smoke they get they purple goodie twist on
  But I can't call it, maybe you mad cause you fellas looking celibate
  Two things that you are though is jealous and irrelevant uh
  And I'm official, what's officially true
  Is callin' names would only be beneficial to you
  I just tiring you niggas, ya'll the michelin crew
  I know a response is something that you itching to do
  And YOU? you're smaller to me then a thumb tack
  Music enjoy it, well I'm just tryna bring the fun back
  But you making out all these dumb tracks, ya LL sixteens
  Cause I listen to them and I don't call it come BACK
  It's more like a shame or disgrace
  Considering I'm the one that you aim to displace
  But you the one I blame in this case
  Without you to experience much of that desired fame at this rate
  Your awkward ass singles, the lamest mixtapes
  And this is what's making you say you came to get Drake
  And I'm thinking the hood's right for you
  The sun shines on my career it's goodnight for you, uh
  I'm thinking the hood's right for you
  The sun shines on my career it's goodnight for you, nigga