conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called The Race with the following description: “The Race” is about the road to success, as everyone is trying to achieve their goals and be successful. Wiz reflects on his success and the impact it’s made on his life.
  This song appears on Rolling Papers as one of the most underrated cuts off the album. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Nothin' new
  Cause this is exactly what I do (uh)
  What up E' (hahaha)
  Good weed's lit up on this one (yea)
  Ridin' by myself
  Yea, uh
  [Verse 1]
  The world turning, the weed burning
  Them haters talking, I keep earning
  Know some who say life's a bitch
  Well I’mma keep flirting
  And fuck that bitch for the money and Louis V purchases
  Old folks jock my car cause they know just what this is
  Niggas flexin’ hard with no bars, they got weak service
  Keep verses, Mortal Kombat
  Look at my ring, if I ain't ballin’ bitch then what you call that
  Nothing but net, ain't back cause I never left
  I did everything right nigga better yet
  Rolling bomb for the niggas that's around us
  Something like a contractor, built it from the ground up
  Now just, twist up this weed
  Realize that you are in the presence of a G
  Don’t fuck up my paper meaning my cheese
  Or the ones I use to roll up my trees
  Fuck it, you know what I mean [Hook]
  I’m riding round, smoking, my music up loud
  Gotta do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me
  Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the low
  Now I just stunt on my own
  Now I just stunt on my own
  I’m in a race, and taking the winner's place
  No foot on the brakes
  One of the best, homie that's what they call me
  It’s lonely at the top, ain't no company so
  Now I just stunt on my own
  Now I just stunt on my own
  [Verse 2]
  See me, when I’m alone, wishing they could fuck with me
  My ex calling my phone, wishing she could stunt with me
  But I’m just riding dawg, doing a buck fifty
  Stunting like Jet Li, boat houses and jet skis
  Thirty on the flight, ice like the Gretzky's
  My dime pieces only recognize the best trees
  Treat ‘em like I don’t need ‘em boy, you best believe
  You in her face, I let her breathe
  From debated on, to waited on
  From hated on, to the nigga they put cake up on
  Cause we are, young movie stars
  Cause we are, young movie stars [Hook]
  I’m riding round, smoking, good music aloud
  Gotta do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me
  Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the low
  Now I just stunt on my own
  Now I just stunt on my own
  I’m in a race, and taking the winner's place
  No foot on the brakes
  One of the best, homie that's what they call me
  It’s lonely at the top, ain't no company so
  Now I just stunt on my own
  Now I just stunt on my own
  [Bridge]
  (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)
  (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)
  (Ooooooh, oooh, ooo-oo-oooooh)
  [Verse 3]
  O-ooo-oh, now I just stunt on my own
  Bitches ain't say shit to me
  But now they won’t leave me alone
  Used to walk the other way
  But now they all come to my home
  And they calling my phone, cause my paper is looong
  Nothing, they ain't singing my song
  Get hired up, if they want then I bring them along
  We flying up, no you won't need a ticket at all
  Need a ticket at all, tell a bitch I’ma ball
  And I’ma buy a new crib for my niggas and all
  Cause I remember days we’d sit and pictured it all
  Nigga swear I’d leave or pictured I’d fall
  Counting reasons why they hate, your bitch think I’m a star
  Cause we are, young, gifted
  Not to mention out here making muthafuckin millions
  Yeah, I said it, muthafuckin millions
  Got my money up, I’m in the building [Hook]
  I’m riding round, smoking, my music aloud
  Gotta do my thing, no disrespect to the niggas before me
  Some smile up in your face but then they hate on the low
  Now I just stunt on my own
  Now I just stunt on my own
  I’m in a race, and taking the winner's place
  No foot on the brakes
  One of the best, homie that's what they call me
  It’s lonely at the top, ain't no company so
  Now I just stunt on my own
  Now I just stunt on my own