conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Let’s Roll with the following description: The 2nd single off of Yelawolf’s album, Radioactive
  
  Not Yela’s most lyrical work ever, holding true to Yela attempting to be active on the radio
  Check out MJF’s review for additional commentary Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus: Kid Rock]
  Yeah I’m throwed off
  Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all
  I made my own name
  Let’s roll, let's roll
  Yeah, I’m going off
  Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off
  Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll
  [Verse 1: Yelawolf]
  Yeah now let me welcome you to my small town
  Big trucks in the yard, big bucks on the wall, country folks all around
  How I was raised
  808 drums quaking, they shake that box, '88
  And the dope boys hotter than hells gate
  But I, still in the shade
  With a fold out chair, with a thirty pack on the back of that tailgate
  A-L-A, B-A-M-A
  I’m off I might be in the lake
  I might go to Talladega and see me a race
  And bring me a case
  Yeah I’m bringing the case
  I’m getting throwed off
  [Chorus: Kid Rock]
  Yeah I’m throwed off
  Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all
  I made my own name
  Let’s roll, let's roll
  Yeah, I’m going off
  Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off
  Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll [Verse 2: Yelawolf]
  And I’m all the way throwed off
  Z71 take the bow off
  Dipped in mossy oak with a mullet mohawk
  Yeah with a bright orange hat and a bag underneath that Chevy seat
  Yeah buddy, might go off
  Split you like a bowling ball
  Spit chew in my overalls
  Yeah home of the gumbo
  Got a couple folks that’d do it to you for the hundo
  And when them elephant feet rumble
  That dixie cup's gonna fall off the console
  You don’t wanna have a convo with not understand that Bama slanguage
  Like hollering ain't it
  But I come to paint it, so it won’t be throwed off
  [Chorus: Kid Rock]
  Yeah I’m throwed off
  Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all
  I made my own name
  Let’s roll, let's roll
  Yeah, I’m going off
  Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off
  Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll
  [Verse 3: Kid Rock]
  I’m just a Kid that Rocks
  I’m just a boy with a dream
  That bet it all with the last bill that I had hid in my socks
  Used to keep a .22 in a shoebox
  Now I bang Beretta
  She’s twenty-two and I keep her in a tube top
  White trash and all
  Take us all the way to the top and then laugh it off
  Like how the fuck did I get a catalogue with more hits than a fucking jackhammer dog
  Cause I planned it all
  Crimson Tide standing tall
  Shit, I’m another lit cannon ball
  Fuck around and I’m going off and I’m getting throwed off [Chorus: Kid Rock]
  Yeah I’m throwed off
  Ain't about the money I’ma blow it all
  I made my own name
  Let’s roll, let's roll
  Yeah, I’m going off
  Ain't got a whole lot but I’ma show it off
  Better recognize game, lets roll, lets roll