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conversations.value: Write me a song called 0 to 100 / The Catch Up with the following description: This song features two parts. The first, “0 to 100,” is a typical braggadocio rap song resembling Drake’s smash “Started from The Bottom.” The second, “The Catch Up,” features an unreleased James Blake sample and is more reflective than the track’s first part.
  This song was nominated for Best Rap Performance and Best Rap Song at the 57th Annual Grammy Awards in 2015 but didn’t win either category. It has gone Platinum in the United States.
  In December 2014, Diddy claimed Drake “stole” the “0-100” beat. Diddy reportedly got physical with Drake outside a Miami nightclub. Diddy later clarified that he originally sent the beat for Drake to ghostwrite over, but he kept it for himself. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [Part I: 0 to 100]
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  Fuck bein' on some chill shit
  We go 0 to 100, nigga, real quick
  They be on that rap-to-pay-the-bills shit
  And I don't feel that shit, not even a little bit
  Oh, Lord, know yourself, know your worth, nigga
  My actions been louder than my words, nigga
  How you so high, but still so down to Earth, nigga?
  Niggas wanna do it, we can do it on they turf, nigga
  Oh, Lord, I'm the rookie and the vet
  Shoutout to the bitches out here holdin' down the set
  All up in my phone, lookin' at pictures from the other night
  She gon' be upset if she keep scrollin' to the left, dawg
  She gon' see some shit that she don't wanna see
  She ain't ready for it
  If I ain't the greatest, then I'm headed for it
  Yeah, that mean I'm way up (Way up)
  Yeah, the 6 ain't friendly, but that's where I lay up
  This shit a mothafuckin' lay-up
  I been Steph Curry with the shot
  Been cookin' with the sauce, Chef Curry with the pot, boy
  360 with the wrist, boy
  Ayy, who the fuck them niggas is, boy?
  OVO, man, we really with the shits, boy
  Yeah, really with the shits
  I should prolly sign to Hit-Boy 'cause I got all the hits, boy
  Fuck all that "Drake, you gotta chill" shit
  I be on my Lil Mouse drill shit
  Fuck all that rap-to-pay-your-bills shit
  Yeah, I'm on some Raptors-pay-my-bills shit
  All up on TV, I thought it'd make me richer
  Wasn't payin' me enough, I needed somethin' quicker
  So now I'm all in Niko basement puttin' work in on the phones
  Either that or drive to Money Mart to make the pickups
  Man, it's 2008, I'm tryna paint the picture
  Comeback Season in the works and now I'm thinkin' bigger
  I got 40 in the studio, every night, late night
  Gotta watch that shit, don't want to make him sicker
  That's my nigga
  Oh, Lord, got a whole lot to show for it
  I mean, we can really get it, we can go for it
  I'm just here for the bucks and the billis, nigga
  Don't make me kill one of the GOATs for it
  I run this shit, they like, "Go Forrest
  Run Forrest, run Forrest, go Forrest"
  Yeah, I mean you already wrote for us
  Damn, nigga, what's one more quote for us?
  Oh, Lord, who else soundin' like this?
  They ain't make me what I am, they just found me like this
  I was ready... fuck that, I've been ready
  Since my dad used to tell me
  He was comin' to the house to get me
  He ain't show up
  Valuable lesson, man, I had to grow up
  That's why I never ask for help
  I'll do it for you niggas and do it for myself [Chorus: Drake]
  I go 0 to 100, nigga, real quick
  Real quick, whole squad on that real shit
  0 to 100, nigga, real quick
  Real quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga
  0 to 100, nigga, real quick
  Real quick, whole squad on that real shit
  0 to 100, nigga, real quick
  Real quick, real fuckin' quick, nigga
  [Part II: The Catch Up]
  [Bridge: Drake]
  Whole squad on that real shit
  Whole squad on that real shit
  Whole squad on that real shit, yeah
  [Verse 2: Drake]
  The other night
  Lavish Lee told me that I'm all these people listen to
  She said they love me unconditional
  Imagine how it feel to watch another nigga at the top
  You know that if you wasn't you, you would be dissin' you, dawg
  Damn, okay, from that perspective
  I see what you're talkin' 'bout, no way to soften that
  'Cause me, I was tryna find out where I lost 'em at
  But maybe I ain't lose 'em at all
  Maybe I keep movin' forward and they're just stagnant
  They ain't movin' at all
  But when they need a favor, who do they call?
  Maybe I'm searchin' for the problems
  Askin' what was said and who was involved
  Too focused on people's feedback and provin' 'em wrong
  They say the shoe can always fit, no matter whose foot it's on
  These days feel like I'm squeezin' in 'em
  Whoever wore 'em before just wasn't thinkin' big enough
  I'm 'bout to leave 'em with 'em
  'Cause if I run in the game in these, man, the seams are splittin'
  No pun intended but they're smellin' defeat in the air
  Headed where nobody took it, who meetin' me there?
  They tell him that he's talkin' crazy but he doesn't care
  Bein' humble don't work as well as bein' aware
  Listen up, boy, you're better off eavesdroppin'
  We already got spring 2015 poppin'
  PND droppin', Reps-up P droppin'
  Majid Jordan droppin', OB droppin', not to mention me droppin'
  Feel like we paid the refs off, man, we fixed the game
  Me and Noel been at it before Twitter names
  Yeah, been on the move like the lease is up
  And I can't even name one person that's keepin' up
  Damn, fuck how it was in the past tense
  Ask yourself, how do we match up now?
  'Cause I'm only 27 and I'm only gettin' better
  If I haven't passed you yet, watch me catch up now, for real [Outro: James Blake]
  Could it be the way that I'll catch up
  Could it be the way that I'll catch up
  Could it be the way that I'll catch up
  Could it be the way that I'll catch up
  Could it be the way that I'll catch up
  Could it be the way that I'll catch up
  Could it be the way that I'll catch up
  Could it be the way that I'll catch up
  Could it be the way that I'll catch up
  [Produced by Boi-1da, Frank Dukes, Noah "40" Shebib, & Nineteen85]