conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Photo Copied with the following description: Future takes his burned-out jadedness to a new high (or low), calling out women who seem “Photo Copied.” The song appears to have some subliminal digs at ex-boo Ciara along with some general jabs at the haters.
  The beat comes from an all-star team comprised of Allen Ritter, Southside and Metro Boomin, who’ve all contributed to Future’s major run in 2015 and ‘16.
  Southside and Metro Boomin made major contributions to DS2  and produced nearly the entirety of his Purple Reign mixtape. Allen Ritter and Boomin produced two hits for Future together, “I Thought It Was A Drought” and “Diamonds Dancing” off his What A Time To Be Alive project with Drake. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Yeah, you lucky
  [Chorus]
  Yeah, I'm on savage time nigga
  I'm on savage time
  I'm on ratchet time
  I'm gon' smash her she so outta pocket
  I'm gon' smash her but she photocopied
  [Verse 1]
  Once I adapted I got more options
  I told her no, that bitch she told me, "Yeah, Zaddy"
  Man she, tryna get at me
  Hoe you telling they business so tacky
  We don't wanna cuddle with none of you bitches
  We don't wanna hustle with none of you niggas
  Uh, I'm cool on them, don't even dap them niggas
  Uh, I was in the trap they tried to trap a nigga
  I pull up in that new Maybach and they wave
  These niggas won't show no deuces they got hoe ways
  I walk inside the club and they wave
  I put headshots and more hits out on my enemies
  [Pre-Chorus]
  I got love for all my niggas who got love for me
  I got bloods, crips, and GDs in my family tree
  And where ever I go them vice lords with me
  You don't want no static we just got these things established
  Bobble head bitches, they get smashed automatic
  Your baby-momma outta pocket knowing I'm a savage
  I told you I'ma give you that dope
  I told you I'ma give you that dope
  You niggas don't exist we eat filet mignon
  Go brazy with your bitch she try to stay the night
  The first thing in the AM send her on a flight [Chorus]
  Yeah, I'm on savage time nigga
  I'm on savage time
  I'm on ratchet time
  I'm gon' smash her she so outta pocket
  I'm gon' smash her but she photocopied
  [Verse 2]
  I passed her off like, "Ooh, bitch, I'm him"
  I'm seein' the way she actin' on the 'Gram
  You misrepresenting who I am
  Oh, hold up
  That photoshop making me nervous
  I told you that's making me nervous
  I know you ain't saving that pussy
  You let somebody play in that pussy
  And it's oh, it’s okay though
  [Pre-Chorus]
  I got love for all my niggas who got love for me
  I got Bloods, Crips, and GDs in my family tree
  And wherever I go them Vice Lords with me
  You don't want no static we just got these things established
  Bobble head bitches, they get smashed automatic
  Your baby-momma outta pocket knowing I'ma savage
  I told you I'ma give you that dope
  I told you I'ma give you that dope
  You niggas don't exist we eat filet mignon
  Go brazy with your bitch she try to stay the night
  The first thing in the AM send her on a flight [Chorus]
  Yeah, I'm on savage time nigga
  I'm on savage time
  I'm on ratchet time
  I'm gon' smash her she so outta pocket
  I'm gon' smash her but she photocopied