conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Interstate 10 with the following description: Future dedicates “Interstate 10” to the major highway that traverses the United States and in particular, the portion in his hometown of Atlanta, Georgia. On the track, Future introspectively croons about his difficult upbringing and the struggles he faced along the way to reaching mainstream fame. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Future & 
  YG
  ]
  This shit breaking a nigga heart (Yeah)
  The person they want a nigga to be (Where that shit go?)
  This shit breaking my heart (The gang)
  This shit you never see (10 Summers, yeah)
  Mustard on the beat, ho
  [Chorus: Future]
  Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo
  Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors
  Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
  Fully loaded clip, went and snatched up a Benzo
  Flew them Dracos out of LA on a PJ
  And we taking off, no delay
  No delay, we taking up the murder rate
  Everything from chinchos to parquet
  [Verse 1: Future]
  Audemar baguette, have it tinted, better reli-lax
  Money coming through, blue hundreds on impact
  Married to the game, cop new pink stones
  No new friends, cop five new phone
  Aston money, need to be the right one
  Double up my cups, ooh-ooh, pop one
  Cop new drops, upper echelon
  Hustlers dream to live lavish
  In the middle of the night go to Saturn
  Two-tone Patek, go spazzing
  Ten brand new whips in traffic
  No evidence, no lacking
  Bentley routine, go re-up
  Fully loaded magazine when you see us
  It's a full time job tryna stay on point
  Glock four-zero, hollow points, yeah [Chorus: Future]
  Yeah, skinny jeans on me with extendo
  Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors
  Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
  Fully loaded clip, went and snatched up a Benzo
  Flew them Dracos out of LA on a PJ
  And we taking off, no delay
  No delay, we taking up the murder rate
  Everything from chinchos to parquet
  [Verse 2: Future]
  Game chose me, I ain't choose this
  Empty out the clip before you lose this
  If your city on your back and your shoulder
  You gotta rally, you gotta spray like a soldier
  Vultures, they come with the territory
  V12, your motor is mandatory
  Whipping the soda, be cool, do the speed
  Make it on Interstate 10 and achieve
  This is not regular time, you gon' bleed
  Came from the game, ain't no trust, pushing keys
  From the cook up to the tour bus
  You see how far ambition took us
  We bring all the hood niggas with us
  They non-believers, we made 'em believe us
  From my block to your block, they love homicides
  Looking like a foreign dealership outside, yeah [Chorus: Future]
  Skinny jeans on me with extendo
  Hanging with them young niggas, flocking, pulling kick doors
  Yeah, we was hanging at the bando
  Fully loaded clip, went and stashed up a benzo
  Flew the dracos out at LA on a PJ
  And we're taking off, no delay
  No delay, we're taking off the murder rate
  Everything from chinchos to parquet
  [Outro: Future]
  Interstate 10
  We risked it all to get it in
  And we would risk it again
  It's breaking my heart, with this currency throwin'
  It's breaking my heart
  It's tearing me up, what you're doing to me
  It's tearing me apart
  This greed and this envy, I don't know where to go
  Don't know where to start