conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called The Grinder with the following description: Rapping over some fly production courtesy of Jake One, Wiz drops some standard braggadocio in double time. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Uh
  [Verse 1]
  Rollin' up the grass, livin' better than them niggas that I used to look up to, I could show you how to come up
  Yeah, I came up from the gutter to a condo out in Hollywood where the weather's good and the parties always popping up
  Or somebody here dropping off some tree, that mean I got enough
  To go around everything for the free, so you ain't gotta
  Smoke with me and my homies, down to go to any one town and get this paper
  I swear ain't nobody do me no favors
  Twistin' up the medicine, shittin' on my competition
  Easy part's forgetting, but the hardest part's to try forgiving
  Niggas for mistaking me, or thinking I was the one to wait on
  Thought 'cause I was young that I'd be dumb
  But nigga, what you made's a photographic memory
  Now look at my wife, she got a pornographic figure
  And my autograph is bigger
  To your nieces and your nephews than yours ever was, not to mention your niggas
  You caught 'em repping Taylor Gang with us
  [Verse 2]
  I see TMZ cameras, paparazzi taking pictures
  I spark up a J and ask 'em if he wanna take one with us
  Made man, ain't nobody make a nigga
  'Bout to book a flight to Vegas, tryna take one with us
  You niggas too small, dog, me, I'm thinking bigger
  Critics comment on how I’m smokin' weed and drinkin' liquor
  Or how I was nominated, but not the winner
  But you should start countin' up how much I made this year
  Yeah, nigga, I'm up in the air, nigga
  And the shit that I got on cost some money to wear, nigga
  Owner of the team, I ain't even a player, nigga
  'Fore I was on, niggas ain't care, now it's getting dark for you niggas, shit ain't even fair, nigga
  Blowing hella dank, I mean, so much I think it's growing out my hair
  The weed is in the jar, the grinder's over there [Outro]
  Nah, man, we always gon' be the same, you know what I'm sayin'?
  They always gon' look at us the same and they always gon' look at us like we ain't supposed to be there