conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Trouble with the following description: This song is about Wayne’s life growing up in New Orleans and some of the issues he has faced through out his life.
  This song samples “I Run With Trouble” by Leah Kunkel Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Leah Kunkel Sample]
  City streets, that's where I learned
  Play with fire, you get burned
  When the heat was on, I turned
  Turned to trouble... trouble
  [Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
  Yeah, yeah, C3, yeah
  New Orleans baby
  A street called Eagle
  And everybody's ill
  Yeah, ill-egal
  People steal cars
  We steal people
  We eat like dogs
  But we still people
  And even when ya lost
  Trouble still see you
  And even if ya dead broke
  We are still equal
  One time for the lil people
  Eat ya meal, don't let ya meal eat you
  (I run with trouble...)
  StreetRunner we crazy with this one
  I, run, with, trouble [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  And just the other day my nigga Chris killed his self
  I pray to God that I never feel the way he felt
  Where do we go when there's no help?
  He figured heaven, so he went left
  Y'all know that ain't right
  Plus he was high as a plane on that same night
  Shit I probably been on that same flight
  Shit I probably had that same fight
  I just kept swinging
  Twelve rounds coming, bells ringing
  (I run with trouble...)
  Introduced to the game when I was just a child
  Mama loved a drug dealer, straight quit her job
  They took his life
  And along with him I died
  And she died
  We died
  Then came my daughter to my bedside
  Told me "Daddy, don't cry, I'm alive"
  I look her in the eyes
  And see me with no sins
  But this is how the note ends
  [Bridge: Lil Wayne & (Leah Kunkel Sample)]
  (I have walked a bitter line
  Chosen second over cheap wine)
  Ya know
  Just kick it back
  (Still I look for brighter times)
  I can't call it
  (I run with trouble...)
  Ya know? Heheh
  Yeah, yeah [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  The tooly poke out the jeans
  The coke smell just like a bunch of coffee beans
  Ya na mean?
  And everything ain't what it seem
  Ya na mean?
  And don't play that game without your team
  Kill for my bread, kill for my cheese, kill for my cream
  I will have that red beam on high beam
  Now I hear sirens
  Wait I think I see one behind me
  I ain't trippin baby, money got me
  (I run with trouble...)
  And fuck the police, fuck the feds too
  I ain't jumpin' in that jumpsuit
  A one-two, I'm on my one-two
  Check me out
  I fuck around and check you
  Respect due
  Pay yours nigga
  Mine's under the seat
  By my feet
  Where yours nigga?
  Too much hoarse liquor huh
  Too much pressure, too much force
  Too much money
  You never heard that before
  Shit
  And we stop the snitches at the door
  Cut that tail off the rat
  He won't rat no more
  (I run with trouble...)
  That's right
  Get trapped fuckin' with my cheese
  Keep shooting 'til I burn my sleeves
  Nigga, please
  These boys is Gs
  Represent New Orleans like a fleur-de-lis
  Shit
  What you know about it
  We more than thieves
  Steal from the rich
  So the poor can eat
  Niggas act up
  My niggas act accordingly
  Hey soldier, don't war with me
  You don’t want it