conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Young Sinatra III with the following description: “Young Sinatra III” is the third song in a tetralogy to use the ‘Young Sinatra’ name.
  Similar to the first and second, Logic spits about the style of his flow and how it continues to earn him more praise in the music industry.
  Including this track, each song in the trilogy samples the hook from “Life’s A Bitch” by Nas and AZ. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  (
  Visualizing the realism of life in actuality
  )
  Various women, I'm swimming in, like a shark
  Hip-hop heads never die, we multiply then dominate
  (
  Visualizing the realism of life in actuality
  )
  C'mon this sound, it had to come from somewhere, right?
  Uh, yeah
  [Verse 1]
  Various listeners is wishing us death
  Don't give a damn, I'm reppin' Young Sinatra till my last breath
  Easily my darkest confession is lyrical aggression
  Through indiscretion that triggers anti-depression
  When addressin' my profession in every session
  The fact that I'm alive is such a blessing
  Sippin' wine while these honeys undressin'
  What I'm about to say is highly confidential
  And in the music industry today, very essential
  So bust out your pencil, you can do it on your own
  Stop thinking that these labels is the ones that put you on
  Let's change the topic, who's your favorite rapper?
  I'm the top pick, ha
  The flow is elegant, never irrelevant
  How many times must I say this?
  Cock back and spray this, never delay this
  I pray this, reaches the masses
  And spread like cancer on they asses
  Now allow me to catch wreck, bust rhymes like Tech
  Put me in your box and I destroy the deck [Chorus]
  (Life's a bitch and then you die)
  I used to bust tables, now I bust rhymes
  That buck that bought a bottle
  (Life's a bitch and then you die)
  I swear to God, I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra
  (Life's a bitch and then you die)
  I used to bust tables, now I bust rhymes
  That buck that bought a bottle
  (Life's a bitch and then you die)
  I swear to God, I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra
  [Verse 2]
  Whipin' through Cabo in a Murcielago
  Dodging paparazzi with the finest dime I met in Chicago
  The baddest Bobbysoxer that you ever seen, reppin' my team
  We real all the time, so my squad keen, bing
  Dave, it's me Sinatra and my boy Dean
  The way we (
  Winning
  ) I can't believe there isn't a Sheen
  And pregnant women listen and they give birth to a fiend
  I spit narcotic epidemic all up in your genes
  In layman's terms, I disperse a verse you never seen
  Assassinate rappers the moment that they intervene
  While you in the alley playing dice
  I'm in the yacht contemplating plans for the next diamond heist
  Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
  I study every part of they mind and make my rhyme better than yours
  Elevated by being hated, sleeping on the brother like they heavily sedated
  Some say I'm one in a million, I say I'm one of a kind
  Only cocky when I rhyme, 
  I'm Muhammad in his prime [Chorus]
  (Life's a bitch and then you die)
  I used to bust tables, now I bust rhymes
  That buck that bought a bottle
  (Life's a bitch and then you die)
  I swear to God, I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra
  (Life's a bitch and then you die)
  I used to bust tables, now I bust rhymes
  That buck that bought a bottle
  (Life's a bitch and then you die)
  I swear to God, I'm the reincarnated Young Sinatra
  [Verse 3]
  Yo, address the mic and start spillin' like I hit the vein
  Back in the day they used to sleep on me like Tryptophan
  Touchdown now the city screamin' my name
  I flow gunshots and break fingers just to shift the pain
  Whoever hate ‘em, I levitate 'em like David Blaine
  Black Ops state of mind
  , 
  play the game like campaign
  Bumpin' Santana in the finest Copacabana
  In Havana with a honey by the name of Hannah
  Wearing nothing but a bandanna
  Pussy wetter than Louisiana
  You know the deal, peace to Miilkbone, I keep it real
  Flyer than a man of steel, motherfucker how you feel, It's Logic [Outro: Nas]
  I woke up early on my born day, I’m 20, it’s a blessing
  The essence of adolescence leaves my body
  Now I’m fresh and my physical frame is celebrated
  Cause I made it one quarter through life
  Some Godly-like thing created
  Got rhymes 365 days annual plus some
  Load up the mic and bust one, cuss while I puffs from
  My skull cause it’s pain in my brain, vein, money maintain
  Don’t go against the grain, simple and plain