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conversations.value: Write me a song called Family Feud with the following description: This song was released on Lil Wayne’s YouTube channel on December 29th, 2017 as part of Dedication 6: Reloaded, a re-release of his Christmas Day project. It is a remix of JAY-Z’s song  “Family Feud.”
  Drake and Wayne spend their verses discussing various feuds going on right now including Colin Kaepernick, Universal Music Group, Wayne’s former “father,” Birdman, and many more.
  The song is reminiscent of “Ignant Shit,” a cut from Drake’s So Far Gone mixtape, where he and Wayne go bar for bar with no hook as well. The monikers “Young Angel” for Drake and “Young Lion” for Wayne are also used on this song. Both songs also borrow their instrumental from previously released songs by Jay-Z. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Drake]
  Yeah, 
  Dedication 6
  , of course
  Shout out Guru for sendin' me the beat, too
  Young Angel, Young Lion
  More Life
  , no dyin'
  Yeah, alright, I got it, yeah
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  Super Bowl goals, I'm at the crib with Puff
  He got Kaepernick on the phone, he in a whole different mode
  Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov
  Just to show 'em how I treat the city like my humble abode
  Ayy, tell me if TD Bank is approvin' loans
  I'm thinkin' of payin' Wayne what Universal owes
  My nigga spent a lifetime goin' platinum and gold
  He should own half of the label, shit outta control
  Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
  I need some ownership if we pressin' go
  'Cause business is boomin' on behalf of me
  I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
  We gon' have to break the billi' curse
  I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse
  Or too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
  Fuck is the point in all the beefin' when we really blood?
  Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga
  Everybody gotta eat, we can't exclude niggas
  I make the crib, expandin' pools and expandin' rooms
  Addin' Hammam Spas with tannin' booths, nigga
  That's truth, no boost, nigga
  But this isn't all about callin' truce
  I'm still dishin' out verbal abuse
  That shit could get re-introduced
  If somebody got somethin' they urgin' to prove, nigga
  Inspirin' to the youth
  New Years Eve, lookin' like a royal flush
  Wait, we all in the same suit
  I'm Hall of Fame in the booth, nigga
  My karma makin' the news, nigga
  This pudding taste like the proof, nigga
  If I ever see Trump, he better salute niggas
  Much as we do, nigga, for real [Interlude: Lil Wayne]
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Six shit
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  I could care less 'bout your squad, I don't connect when I'm flyin'
  I'm on a jet and it's mine, I just hope the weather is fine
  I took the jet to Dubai, I took the jet to Milan
  I took the jet way to Africa, shout out my nigga Akon
  Your bitch sweatin' my squad, please get the sweat out her eye
  I put the dick in her spine, I fucked the bitch in her prime
  Don't get my credit declined, give all the credit to Moms
  I flipped the bird at the Bird –
   
  hey, what's for dinner? Popeyes
  These chickens got bird flu, and they chirp, chirp too
  Always sung, never flew
  , 
  these boys Hot Girls too
  If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch
  Build a treehouse and knock the bird nest out that bitch
  Stuck my neck out and shit, then got the heck out that shit
  And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit
  Tunechi F 'round this bitch, the best thing left 'round this bitch
  All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef 'round this bitch
  You call her Stephanie, I call her Steph 'round this bitch
  Now back to whippin' the baby on some step mama shit
  I come direct with my shit, I come correct with my shit
  A blank check on your face, put some respek on my shit
  Branches startin' to shake, here comes the leaves, get the rake
  I want my piece of the cake, it should be sweeter than cake
  Here come the leaves, get the rake, and we ain't leavin' the rake
  We made the cleanest escape, although I bleeped in your face
  You playin' with the right one today
  Your flag is a white one today
  You wearin' em tight ones today
  Check me or write one today
  You playin' with fire today
  The Angel and Lion are greats
  Oh my God, lightning strikin' twice in this place
  Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?
  All this motherfuckin' beef, I need some rice on this plate
  Talked to your wifey today, she feelin' triflin' she say
  Talked to the sniper, he say he aimin' at diapers today
  Pick you off like pickin' peppers, Peter Piper today
  So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice 1 would say
  It's Mortal Kombat tonight, it's Street Fighter today
  I'm Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
  You see blue face hundreds 'til you white in the face
  Oh my God, it feel like I done life in this place
  But swear to God, I got money doin' life in my safe
  Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ
  I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
  This for Cita and Nae, this for my people and bae
  I got three sons of a gun, them niggas keep me on safe
  Hol' up, I am the black god to the church
  I am the fat boy to dessert
  I am the landlord to the first, got two bangers
  One of them go "bada boom," one of them go "bada bing"
  I taught these hoes how to love,
   
  I taught these boys how to lean
  I'm high in the sky and I twinkle, the eyes don't lie 'til you blink 'em
  Keep the iron for the wrinkles
  The mansion came with the sprinklers
  I want Arabian wealth
  You snakes come make me a belt
  Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playin' yourselves, damn [Outro: Lil Wayne]
  That's some six shit
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, I want Arabian wealth
  You snakes come make me a belt
  It's every man for themselves, it's every baby for sale
  And you know life is a movie, you niggas ratin' yourself
  I just hope it’s a porn to watch you pussies play with yourself
  That's some six shit