conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Scriptures with the following description: Same bars as in Beautiful Music on a different beat. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1]
  Look, here we go
  The first time around
  I left the cars at the house and I put the diamonds down
  Them things come and they go its about the rhyming now
  Im seeing it clearer the season is nearer
  And still I must change
  Im like a broken bill
  Conservative for the most but I'm outspoken still
  They not sure of the work but they all hoping he'll
  Emerge to victor my words are pictures
  And guess the colours so loud that you heard my scripture
  With 4 walls give me the right brush and I draw all
  I promise I've been thinking before y'all
  I barely get tired I'm rarely inspired
  And you accomplish in a week what I'm daily required
  I meet quotas while you rappers having sleep-overs
  Spending nights in the studio trying to beat Hova
  Be in the throne instead of being your own
  But Look
  [Verse 2]
  I'm making moves in my city so
  My ex girls wanna be up in the video
  They ex girls is steady tryin to get with me though
  Important and vital I'm caught in a cycle
  This is all I know
  And yes I know it well
  I try to explain it, my effort comes to no avail
  I'm from the place where they release records and no one sells
  And still they claim king nigga its the same thing
  All day long
  But thats a screw face
  Rappers befriend you at first but really they two faced
  Hoping they slip and trip over your own shoelace
  Thats why I tuck em in not giving a fuck again
  D.R.A. you add a K.E
  A couple mill and you labels cannot play me
  I never go broke I'm far from a flash in the pan
  I am a passionate man, plan it with cash in my hand
  Uh [Verse 3]
  I got few days left
  But I'mma make use of every single one until every singles done
  Until every record is sold, and every string is strung
  Tell me take a breather Drake and everything will come
  Dog its always been the same
  Its all love like no score in a tennis game
  For the son of Dennis James
  Owner of the city downtown on a Friday
  Streets behind me like I took a picture in the driveway
  I roll down strips and hose down whips
  That when turtle wax up they would close down Richmond
  With no down shifting
  Haters would say I'm adequate
  Think I got the type of flow that would make an addict quit
  21 years I've been pimping since being
  Repurchased trap music 4 times since then
  Seamless transition I'm the new fresh prince
  Getting pennies for my thoughts
  So I put my two cents in
  Top of the morning I am dropping the coin in
  Plus I'm changing the game
  You hear me swapping the joint in
  They put the fires out and bring the buyers out
  And try and box us all together before they buy us out
  If they profit from the events we handing flyers out
  Then we profit from the attempts to hand desires out
  But rich is how we all ending up
  I'm at the label in the elevator send them up