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conversations.value: Write me a song called Vice City with the following description: “Vice City” is the eighth track on Jay Rock’s sophomore album, 90059. It features TDE and Black Hippy members – Kendrick Lamar, Ab-Soul, ScHoolboy Q and Rock himself. Cardo and Yung Exclusive (aka Yex) produced the song.
  The title of the song refers to Los Angeles (Vice City). A vice is a behavior that is considered immoral or sinful. Each artist touches on their personal vices, but the overarching theme is the social commentary of black culture. As depicted in the video, the vices appear to be money and women—stereotypical vices that are often glamorized in the media.
  This is the music video version which has a longer verse from ScHoolboy Q, but ends after that instead of after Kendrick Lamar. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Cardo & Yung Exclusive]
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  Big money, big booty bitches
  Man, that shit gon' be death of me
  Big problems, I must admit it
  Man, that shit gon' be death of me
  I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
  I can't stand myself
  I just bought a new coat, I might go broke
  I can't stand myself
  Big money, big booty bitches
  Man, that shit
  [Pre-Verse: Kendrick Lamar]
  Turn me up
  Sin City, Sin City
  Sin City, Sin City
  [Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
  Big money, big booty bitches
  Tell the truth, nigga, I'm lost without it
  Seven figures for a headline
  You want some stage time? We can talk about it
  Niggas actin' like they be rappin'
  Like nice on the mic, truly doubt it
  Go against the kid, y'all don't wanna live
  That decision is hella childish
  Rose gold for my old hoes
  They ain't satisfied then I sit 'em down
  10th grade, I gave her all shade
  But now she got some ass, I wan' hit it now
  I don't lease, I just all out feast
  I put a blue Caprice on Gary Coleman
  Bomb head and some cheese eggs
  That's a new raise and a signing bonus [Verse 2: Jay Rock]
  Fall in this bitch
  Like some good pussy—can't stand myself
  So good, she so hood
  She a cheesehead, patty melt
  GED with some EBTs, and some DVDs
  That shit was happening
  She reel me in with some chicken wings
  And some collard greens, that shit was brackin'
  Just cracked me a new bitch
  Bust a new nut on her nigga's jersey
  My bitch get off at nine o'clock
  So I had to shake her 'round 7:30
  105, I'm stomping fast
  With these big guns, I'm hella dirty
  Get caught with this shit
  I ain't comin' home 'til like 2030
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  I got big money, big booty bitches
  Man, that shit gon' be death of me (Death of me)
  Big problems, I must admit it
  Man, that shit gon' be death of me (Death of me)
  Big dreams, no superstition
  Man, that shit gon' be death of me (Death of me)
  I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
  I can't stand myself
  I just bought a new coat, I might go broke
  I can't stand myself
  I just might ban myself
  I just might, God [Bridge: Jay Rock & 
  Kendrick Lamar
  ]
  I'm focused, feeling blessed
  'Cause my eyes be the truth (
  God!
  )
  I'm focused, feeling blessed
  'Cause my eyes be the truth (Mm)
  [Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
  Mental window blurry as a bitch
  Still lookin' out it
  So much money off the fuckin' books
  Could write a book about it
  Took a minute, no, wait a minute
  Let me think about it
  'Bout ten years, Crips, Bloods
  Sweat and tears, and we still counting, mm
  Had a real thick bitch named Brooklyn
  She fucked the whole squad
  Now, every time I land in Brooklyn
  They fuck with the whole squad
  Ugh, I'm more spiritual than lyrical
  I'm similar to Eli
  Why? 'Cause I'm wearin' black shades
  And I'm headed west with the word of God (Amen)
  Yeah, I think I'm finally ready to talk about it
  These niggas just talk about it
  Homie, don't play me for no fool
  Poppin' bottles like enemigos
  Os dios mio, I'm so cold
  Get so deep in that water, water
  They should call my johnson a harpoon [Verse 4: Jay Rock]
  Feed the needy, don't know graffiti
  Paint her walls like a cartoon
  Beat the pussy up so bad
  Send her home with some war wounds
  Loaded off the 'gnac, hit her from the back
  Goin' 'cross her head, bar stool
  Touch her soul, 'til I curl her toes
  Then it's time to reload, then it's part two
  [Verse 5: ScHoolboy Q]
  Damn near thirty, still set trippin', cuz
  Where you from? I'ma see about it, hmm
  Last year, I made ten million
  That's where I've been, yeah, a private island, hmm
  Smoking something, on autopilot
  Got too many cars, I might crash a whip, ugh
  New 'Rari pedal barely tapping
  Nigga, vroom-vroom, yeah, I'm rich, bitch
  Got two Rollies, but one missing
  Think my daughter flossing, she in kindergarten
  Got one crib worth two cribs
  And my front lawn, yeah, that's water fountain
  You be talking boss, saying big words
  Like philosophies, man, you weird homie
  What it sounds to me that you broke as fuck
  And your bitch gon' leave, and that's real, homie
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  I got big money, big booty bitches
  Man, that shit gon' be death of me (Death of me)
  Big problems, I must admit it
  Man, that shit gon' be death of me (Death of me)
  Big dreams, no superstition
  That shit gon' be the death of me (Death of me)
  I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
  I can't stand myself
  I just bought a new coat, I just might go broke
  I can't stand myself
  I just might damn myself
  I just might, God
  God