conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called B.M. J.R. II with the following description: This song was released in 2008, a follow up to his song ‘B.M.J.R’ which was on Tha Carter, his fourth album.Expand Share Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: {Verse 1}
  Yeah
  When you see me in the driz I come probably on the humble
  The street keep callin I gotta change my number
  I'm a thunderstorm I wet shirts
  Plus I'm right up in the Gulf so it can worse
  Put my white up in her bra, and my burner in her purse
  She get right past the law, shit we might smash tomorrow
  And if there's nice cash involved I'm right there with y'all
  Cash Money Records nigga, Life After Raw
  Captian hard I got that hard white
  Shit look marble under certain light
  Who that IS?...
  Weezy F. Baby ho word it right
  Homie spit cool bars like Klondike
  My 9 right here....I ain't lyin
  He can stop the track and let me shoot one time if you don't believe me
  I'm so nasty how I did them Carmelo Anthony's with the jewelry to match it...
  Look like a mural on my chest
  Two or three chains I plural the best
  Yes...and fresh is how I'm dressed
  Floss on a rack, Lacoste on my set
  The easy pair of Pradas, the mean three quarters
  You know the ankle lengths, no socks wit them...
  Aye Stunna, them niggas better pack up
  Tell em that your son be out front with backup
  Bitch back up {Verse 2}
  And I am, feeling like a million dollars
  No, really like a billion dollars
  Curt Schilling how I pitch the powder, in a mist of riders
  Still sending kites to lifers
  I feel like my ice the brightest
  Why I feel like my Nikes the whitest?
  Young nigga tuned up like Midas
  I'm ill like hepatitis
  , we appeal when they extradite us
  Take death to fighters
  And even that won't bite us nigga that don't move us
  Our backs is glued up we too stuck
  And you ask why my bitch stuck up?
  Blood, she got crack up her butt
  I back up the truck like Sonny in Bronx Tale
  Or Gotti in Southside, highly intoxide, That high
  Ridin on the Wildside, our side
  Tell the law that I'm in a 300 Thou ride
  Fuck around and my seats be cow-hide
  I'm so country, my flow husky
  Repo Man, faget you owe something
  He must not know the 
  repocussions
  We so struggling like we po'
  Cause ain't enough dough to get us equal with the white people
  That's what you need to know
  And I'ma tell you why you need to vote
  Cause that muhfucka need to go, it's that simple