conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called 5AM in Toronto with the following description: The “9AM in Dallas” sequel was dropped in anticipation of Drizzy’s third album, Nothing Was the Same – notably shedding light on the beef between The Weeknd and Drake. Keys by Nikhil Seethram.
  On August 2, 2019, the song was re-released after Drake dropped Care Package on all major streaming platforms — a project he describes as “some of our most important moments together available in one place.” The release comes nearly six months after Drake re-released his breakout mixtape So Far Gone. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah
  This on some old Tommy Campos Dice Raw shit, you know?
  For my niggas, though
  [Verse]
  Uh, you underestimated greatly
  Most number ones ever, how long did it really take me?
  The part I love most is they need me more than they hate me
  So they never take shots, I got everybody on safety
  I could load every gun with bullets that fire backwards
  Probably wouldn't lose a single rapper
  Niggas make threats, can't hear 'em over the laughter
  Yeah, that's 'cause I'm headed to the bank, nigga
  Sinatra lifestyle, I'm just bein' frank with ya
  I mean, where you think she at when she ain't with ya?
  Wildin', doin' shit that's way out of your budget
  Owl sweaters inside her luggage, you gotta love it
  Damn, this shit could go on a tape
  Bitches lovin' my drive, I never give it a break
  Give these niggas the look, the verse, and even the hook
  That's why every song sound like Drake featurin' Drake
  Str8, Y pree?
   
  Why is it always me?
  Got us watchin' our words like it's wiretaps on the team
  'Cause I show love, never get the same outta niggas
  Guess it's funny how money can make change outta niggas
  For real, some nobody started feelin' himself
  A couple somebodies started killin' themself
  A couple albums dropped, those are still on the shelf
  I bet them shits would have popped if I was willin' to help
  I got a gold trophy from the committee for validation
  Bad press during the summer over allegations
  I ain't lyin', my nigga, my time is money
  That's why I ain't got time for a nigga whose time is coming
  A lot of niggas PR stuntin' like that's the movement
  And I'm the only nigga still known for the music, I swear
  Fuck them niggas this year,
   
  I made Forbes list, nigga
  Fuck your list,
   
  everything's lookin' gorgeous
  Without me, rap is just a bunch of orphans
  But if I stay, then this shit is a bunch of corpses
  And me and my dread nigga from New Orleans
  Stashin' money like hoarders off multi-platinum recordings
  Eatin' like I’m seated at Swish, Sotto, and Joso's
  Nothing Was The Same
  ,
   
  this shit for Ezee and Coco
  This shit for Karim, this shit for Jaevon
  This shit for Julius, Milly Mill, boy, we do this shit for real
  All them boys in my will,
   
  all them boys is my Wills
  Anything happen to pop, then I got you like Uncle Phil
  Weezy been on that edge, you niggas just need to chill
  If anything happen to Papi, might pop a nigga for real
  Comin' live from the screwface, livin' out a suitcase
  But I'm feelin' good, Johnny got me pushin' two plates
  My weight up, I refused to wait up, I started a new race
  It's funny when you think a nigga blew up after Lupe
  Niggas treat me like I've been here for 10
  Some niggas been here for a couple, never been here again
  I'm on my King James shit, I'm tryna win here again
  A young nigga tryna win here again, man, what's up? [Outro]
  Ayy, yeah, a young nigga tryin' to win here again
  If I like her, I just fly her to the city I'm in
  I got her drinkin' with your boy
  I got her fucked up, shorty, aww yeah