conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called For Nothing with the following description: This is the intro to the second part of Dedication 6 and the sixth installment in the Dedication series, Dedication 6: Reloaded.
  This song is a remix of “Trap Phone” by Belly and Jadakiss.
  On this song we see Wayne doing a skit, which is something he hasn’t done since his 2013 mixtape Dedication 5. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Drama & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  Gangster, gangster
  (
  DatPiff dot com, world premiere
  )
   Okay
  Yeah
  I'm reloaded (gangster grizzils)
  Trill outchea
  So after D6, I text Weezy
  It's rough
  I say, now it's time for a vacation
  Guess the iPhone autocorrected
  And he thought I said "now it's time for a Dedication."
  Now you want it? 'Cause we gon' bring it y'all
  So now y'all got a twenty pack
  What's your address?
  You're welcome
  And not your email address neither
  D6: Reloaded
  Front door, leggo
  A Dedication!
  [Verse]
  Looking in the mirror, all I see is money
  Bop-bop,
   but if I was blind, all I hear is runnin'
  Plug went to jail Saturday, 'posed to meet him Sunday
  He said his bitch flushed the work, time to do some plumbin'
  Gotta love the way we comin' though, we keep it comin'
  Wolves never cry wolf and you could feed us onions
  Pledge allegiance to the region that's beneath and under
  The southside from your blind side, Stevie Wonder
  Hunger Games, ain't no games when we speakin' hunger
  We greedy fuckers, eat your supper, pick our teeth, and mug you
  The pockets bustin' out the muscle, bitch, I'm bleedin' blubber
  And I been drunk and I can't trust you 'cause I'm seein' double
  And I been ballin' like the Rucker, nigga, triple-double
  And now it's war, and they want peace, but it won't fix the puzzle
  You drop the ball, if you a beast you won't be quick to fumble
  If I'm too deep then get a bigger shovel, dig a tunnel
  If you a beast then that bitch can't get a nickel from you
  I'm the only one that speak when we in the huddle
  Make a pussy nigga leak, then jump in the puddle
  We comin' deep to your street, 
  'bout to rent a shuttle
  Every day of the week, if I hit the streets, I gotta hit a hustle
  Every day of the week I gotta get loaded—Lordy, skip the bufferin'!
  I got it made, and with that said, I gotta tip the butler
  I like my bitches mustard, business hushed, and Bentleys custom
  Bitches sufferin' 'cause the system fucked 'em, now they fuckin'
  They can't hide their battle scars but they can hide their stomachs
  Niggas like Niagara Falls how their mouths are runnin'
  But we making caviar out of flounders, guppies
  Stand tall, but I'm a munchkin to my pile of money
  Got down and dug it, found a nugget, made a mountain of it
  Don't need a crown, gown, or nothing; I'm the king of subject
  Chocolate, brown, cream, and fudgie, and I'm peanut buttery
  Fuck the fuckery, I go skullduggery, it get ugly
  Niggas thuggin', we got babies smugglin' in their Huggies
  Niggas jugglin' different kind of drugs, Feds strugglin'
  Sippin' Actavis, activist like Fred Douglass
  Goodnight, sleep tight, watch the bed buggies
  She give me ass, she give me head, I call it head-buttin'
  Walk in a room full of buttons, press the red button
  Blow this bitch to shreds, get my skateboard and shred somethin'
  Lead pumpin', you dead, pumpkin
  Go 'head, dump 'em, redrum 'em
  Goin' hard in the paint, Andre Drummond
  Headhuntin', Good Will Huntin', still stuntin'
  All or nothin', Warren G to Warren Buffett
  Stormin', floodin', lightnin', thunderin'
  Carter comin', like karma comin'
  My bitch pussy's the warmest oven
  Need morning lovin'
  She foreign, Donald might bomb her country
  Thick as fuck, no panties when she got on her onesie
  Whoa
  Time to get this paper though
  You ape or ho?
  Bitches in line to get this snake fo' sho'
  We take the dough if they don't pay the dough
  And that's fo' sho'
  We make 'em vegetables, and we don't even like vegetables
  These niggas extra broke, we break a nigga down to decimals
  We up in México to see the plug, and not electrical
  High cholesterol, you niggas salty, I'm the pepper though
  Your bitch ain't half a ho, she wanna be in my next episode
  I'm a steppin' stone
  And that .380, that's my chaperone
  It blow like saxophone
  And when the smoke clear I'ma stand alone
  I'm from the terrordome
  Yeah, that's New Orleans, home of methadone
  Cops on megaphones
  It's so much bad luck, ain't no leprechauns
  I been called a stone, pocket full of stones
  On the corner moving stones, Papa was a rolling stone
  I'm so stoned
  , in this bitch, waitin' on Babylon
  Bible on the dresser, next to the gun and Tylenol, silence off
  Spike a bitch drink, like volleyball
  Olive Oyl skinny bitches can't get in the ride at all
  Not at all
  I'm involved in a real private war, time to brawl
  Niggas don't want Lil Tune to take these diamonds off
  I'ma talk crazy to a deaf nigga, these niggas blind
  I'ma still throw up my set, nigga, steel toe in your chest, nigga
  "Hell no" to a yes-nigga, "Fuckin' right" to a bad bitch
  She can fuck around and get her ass licked
  Still can't get her ass kissed
  Black fist, middle finger to taxes, the police and their actions
  I'm still pickin' out mansions
  Still dickin' down such-and-such, still fuckin' with so-and-so
  Still fuckin' my bitch's friends, never fuck my woadie ho
  Still talkin' about Hollygrove, still talkin' about coke and dope
  On the set in that OVO, on the jet in that OVO
  I don't threaten, I go for broke, wanna step and go toe to toe?
  No bullshit at this rodeo, and all my clips Pinocchio
  Tunechi, bitch, for nothing, drops mic [Outro: Lil Wayne]
  Well, I can't technically 'cause it's connected
  But, but, you get the expression, Mula
  Welcome, thank you for joining
  Dedication 6
  , this some sick shit
  Umm, first of all, I wanna thank Drama for doing this shit again, and always doing this shit for his dawg. My nigga, one time. Thank everybody involved, everybody involved. My team, my team is my fam. Everybody who put they fingerprints on this shit, 'preciate everybody
  So the definition of 
  Dedication
   has changed for me since the first one, since the second one, since the third one, whatever. It's because, umm, whenever I put it out, umm, it's life.
   
  And since I don't write none of my shit, I'm coming from the head.
   
  And what happens is, when you rap so long or when you do it so long, all the things in your head, you done used up. So what happens is you gotta start using something else and coming from somewhere else, and that somewhere else is ten times out of ten your heart. And, umm, that's what this 
  Dedication 6
   project is
  But, uh, yeah, the definition is always different because I'm always going through something at that time of my life, you know what I mean. I prolly was fucking your bitch on 
  Dedication 4
  , and the whole fucking shit was dedicated to her, you know what I mean. I dunno. Whichever one that wasn't, that didn't do as well as all of the rest of them, that was definitely the one that was dedicated to her