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conversations.value: Write me a song called Cheers with the following description: This second track on Obie Trice’s debut album Cheers talks about his struggle before fame. He talks about what got him into rapping, who was with him, and how everything has changed. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Obie Trice - talking]
  A lot of motherfuckers man
  Lou Green, Shyne Stringer, Keith Stringer
  Lawon, Goo Serve, Little Randy
  That's what I'm doin this for (Ooh Yeah!)
  [Introduction]
  Yeah, we ain't here to mourn
  We here to celebrate
  So this one is for all my dogs that didn't make it in the struggle man
  (Ooh Yeah!)
  [Verse 1]
  I's remember when I was on the Ave. clutchin them dimes
  Gun touchin' my spine, bustin' my rhymes
  Feelin like I'm livin in them lost times
  No sight of the future, damn right I shoot ya (ew yeah)
  Palm tight on the Rooster
  Old in the face, cause this hold on my case
  Got my growth at a fast pace
  Old folks like "O, oh he's a bad case
  He won't last, his track record'll do the math"
  Crack solicitation on the Avenue is not new to your listeners
  But this is true, listen up
  I gotta spew it and keep it all truth or else
  I might as well give this up, feel me now
  From rocks to pow pows, Glocks to pow-der
  I done did it all, so I clutch my balls
  And notice they still here, so Obie is still here
  So 
  Kobe
   here's to you and daddy's new career [Hook]
  So grab your cups of beer
  Put 'em up let's cheer
  Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here
  This is it my niggas this what we boast about
  Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ooh Yeah!)
  Now grab your cups of gin
  Put 'em up let's win
  Here's a toast to never lookin' back again
  This is it my niggas this what we boast about
  Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ooh Yeah!)
  [Verse 2]
  Now I understand every man got a story to tell
  But fuck it, I got a story as well
  Growin up where us niggas either buried or jail
  Popped by "Dirty Harry" or popped by the cops for they yayo, locked in a cell
  Who's to blame when I was raised in this hood, where my crew was slain
  Only a few remains, y'all talk about struggle
  With your bubblegum lifestyle (*scratching*) nigga fuck you
  I'm here today for fam passed away
  Bodies deep six nigga, flesh decay
  Real cats who had techs to spray
  Babies to raise, miss them cradles went straight to the grave
  The hood life is in me
  So I sip the Remy, while my pockets scream "give me"
  Lend me your ear, I'm guaranteein y'all feelin me
  Straight from the block to the industry (C'MON) [Hook]
  So grab your cups of beer
  Put 'em up let's cheer
  Here's a toast to all my soldiers who ain't here
  This is it my niggas this what we boast about
  Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ooh Yeah!)
  Now grab your cups of gin
  Put 'em up let's win
  Here's a toast to never lookin' back again
  This is it my niggas this what we boast about
  Get your bottles homie, pour some out (Ooh Yeah!)
  [Outro]
  Yeah, all my homies that's deceased rest in peace
  My nigga KF Ski, Little Green
  P-Funk you'll be home in a minute nigga, haha, we get it poppin
  We got a chance to speak to the world nigga, haha, and I ain't stoppin
  Straight off the craft .. 
  313
  (Ooh Yeah!)