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conversations.value: Write me a song called 7AM On Bridle Path with the following description: On “7am on Bridle Path,” Drake takes aim at his rival, Kanye West. He references Ye’s response to Drake’s subs on Trippie Redd’s “Betrayal,” to which he posted Drake’s address on Instagram. Among that, he also talks about Ye being past his prime and takes shots at his Yeezy fashion brand.
  The song is a continuation of Drake’s AM/PM series, following June 2010’s “9AM in Dallas,” March 2013’s “5AM in Toronto,” February 2015’s “6PM in New York,” and June 2016’s “4PM in Calabasas.”
   The song’s title comes from the upscale Bridle Path residential neighborhood in North York, Toronto, Canada. Notably, it’s the location of Drake’s $150 million mansion, “The Embassy.” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah (Go Squad)
  Ayy
  Look
  [Verse]
  I wish everyone could tell me exactly what they need from me
  The first second they speak to me, I'm not with all the secrecy
  Secretly beefin' me behind closed doors
  But playin' it peacefully for the streets to see
  My nigga, have some decency
  Don't move like a puto
  Could at least keep it a buck like Antetokounmpo
  I made north of the border like Vito Rizzuto
  Throwin' parties in Miami, they lovin' us mucho
  With the ho ratio, I'm like David Caruso
  Thеre's a mad shortage of peoplе givin' me kudos
  I been doin' this since T-Pain was pourin' us Nuvo
  You tell 'em I run the country, they'll say, "True, though"
  Papi chulo, grippin' culo
  And I got the flows niggas steal like boot toes
  You boys reachin' new lows
  Lettin' me take the rap for that Casper the Ghost shit
  While you findin' all of the loopholes
  You niggas move too cold
  See the watch collection and assume I got time
  'Cause of the ruby rose two-tone
  Or switch it to the one I call "R.I.P. Nipsey"
  'Cause I swear to God the bezel got sixty of them blue stones
  Maybe I'm gettin' too stoned
  Calacatta marble for my tombstone
  Here lies a nigga that never lied in his new song
  Or any of his old songs
  They sing them shits like folk songs
  Kumbaya, boom-ba-ye
  Know the owl stay on me
  Bad bitches tryna come through and lay on me
  Tryna get the earl grey on me
  But I ain't really into talkin' names
  Only tee you're getting from me is one for the walk of shame
  Heart is on my sleeve and my body is in the hall of fame
  High fashion and my life is full of climaxes
  And my wishes come true without blowin' eyelashes
  Up in 'Bron crib, fishbowl wineglasses
  That's how we passin' time
  Hundred thousand on the line
  At the table prayin' banker shows a natural nine
  It never happens half the time
  My losing nights are still a vibe
  That's the things I accept
  You over there in denial, we not neck and neck
  It's been a lot of years since we seen you comin' correct
  Man, fuck a "Respectfully," I just want my respect
  They tried to label me mean, I say what I mean
  People that could've stayed on the team
  They played in-between
  Clouds is hanging over you now, 'cause I'm reigning supreme
  Some of these niggas say what they mean, it ain't what it seems
  Had to pull my niggas out the mud like I'm trainin' Marines
  You niggas hot to them little kids, you ain't famous to me
  Told you I'm aimin' straight for the head, not aiming to please
  I could give a fuck about who designing your sneakers and tees
  Have somebody put you on a Gildan, you play with my seed
  Trust me, there's some shit you really gotta come see to believe
  That's why your people not believers, they all leavin' ya
  That's why you buyin' into the hype that the press feedin' ya
  You know the fourth level of jealousy is called media
  Isn't that an ironic revelation?
  Give that address to your driver, make it your destination
  'Stead of just a post out of desperation
  This me reachin' the deepest state of my meditation
  While you over there tryna impress the nation
  Mind's runnin' wild with the speculation
  Why the fuck we peacemakin', doin' the explanations
  If we just gon' be right back in that bitch without hesitation
  ?
  But let me digress on behalf of the association
  I'll play it cool with you, then mark a nigga like Copenhagen
  See, they gettin' loose with the line like open cages
  In the La Ferrari, my emotions racin'
  , dancin' out a condo, ocean bathin'
  Niggas textin' "Bro," but we are not of no close relation
  I was down to give these niggas credit, but hold the payment
  Somehow I'm the greatest in the game, to my own amazement
  The greatest in the world, there's no debatin'
  You boys 'bout to wheel me to defeat like we rollerbladin'
  Far as the Drake era, man, we in the golden ages
  Look at the total wages
  And look at the heroes fallin' from grace in their older ages
  If we talkin' top three, then you been slidin' to third like stolen bases
  Toss around Rollies with frozen faces
  They used to tell me back in the day, "Boy, you're going places"
  Never understood where I could really take it [Outro]
  Yeah