conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called MAFIA with the following description: “MAFIA” is Side B to the double-single La Flame released in the promotion of his upcoming mixtape, Dystopia.
  The beat is aptly and meticulously produced consisting of a possessive effect and an eerie dark vibe to it, a theme consistent with the prospective release of Dystopia.
  With an uncredited feature from J. Cole, Travis goes on a bragging spree, shouting out his record label, Cactus Jack, and the business moves he has been making over the past three years in the process. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Travis Scott]
  Custom the things, custom the wings
  I had to custom the vibe, 
  custom the link up
  Cover the back of the lab, 
  front cover magazine
  Cover your eyes, cuddled up, back of the V (Yeah)
  Our chemistry, just like the trappers and fiends (Ooh)
  Our misery really ain't nothin' to see
  I gotta travel the V, I like to travel to heat (Ooh)
  Bring out a bag of the weed
  Did I tell you I got my own weed? I had a lot to achieve
  Blew it out and I'm relieved, take it down, now you relieve
  Rather you leave, then you go back out on me
  Don't throw no daggers at me, you gotta shoot 'em at least
  You know my Dodge supreme, I put in hours this week
  Movin' at rapid speed, like it's a track, we meet
  We got a timeless thing, we gotta find some Zs, yeah
  [Chorus: Travis Scott]
  Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked
  We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck
  Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck
  City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust
  [Verse 2: Travis Scott]
  Like it thick with a bounce, we all in the count
  Wine bottles cost 'bout a couch, you on the way with the wave
  Stacks in my pouch, you know it jump at the house
  You come with two when it's late, know the brown one is my fav'
  Then Mike Brown gon' walk you out (Walk you out)
  Step by step, watch yourself
  Cleaners got anything you might've left
  I couldn't do none of this by myself
  With mafia, they in the tuck
  I gave you fifty to boost up your butt
  I gave you the juice, you'd rather get buzzed
  I tried to choose you, you'd rather go club
  Know what to do, you rattled me up
  Common denominator, we were steps from the diamond ages
  Got a couple of vibrations
  For the simulation, gotta re-up the hydration [Chorus: J. Cole & 
  Travis Scott
  ]
  Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked
   (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down)
  We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck
   (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today)
  Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck
   (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around)
  City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust
   (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today)
  [Interlude: Travis Scott]
  Mm, mm, woah-ah, mm-mm
  Woah, mm-mm, mm-mm
  Fuck shit up at the club
   (Ooh)
  Yeah, yeah, yeah
  Drop down
  Run around, run around
  [Chorus: J. Cole & 
  Travis Scott
  ]
  Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked
   (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down)
  We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck
   (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today)
  Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck
   (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around)
  City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust
   (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today)