conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Group Home with the following description: Future and Young Thug revist their tough origins in the streets before fame and glory on “Group Home,” an introspective banger. Future in particular discusses the opportunities that money has presented him with, while Thugger rekindles the feud between him and ex-girlfriend Jerrika Karlae. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Young Thug]
  I cheated on my fears, yeah
  I broke up with my doubts, yeah
  Got engaged with my faith, yeah
  And now I'm marryin' my dreams, yeah
  [Chorus: Future]
  I don't want it, don't want it if it ain't meant
  I smell codeine when I piss
  I'm on it, I'm on it, I can't forget
  You can't cry over scars, this permanent
  I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
  I adapted, immaculate, I'm goin' extravagant, hey
  Say my new tone, earth tone, I can't do wrong
  We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home
  [Verse 1: Future]
  Off the digital, no small talk, all decimals
  Cain and Abel, both brains, one man, too impeccable
  I talked to Jesus Christ on my worst day
  He made me a millionaire, I'm talkin' to him every day
  All my littles wonder if they can go out and escalate
  I'll share all my bitches with you besides my main bitch
  I left my past behind with new millennium
  I left my heart in the streets, I'm imperial
  Got to find time to manage my residuals
  I deserve royalty, livin' in a castle
  I'm hustlin', tryna make rent, you call the po-po on me
  I'll pistol whip a J for three dollars, you better not owe me, yeah
  I robbed a nigga in broad day like the first day I had Jakobi
  , yeah
  He don't know I finessed him
  'Cause the homies, they was 'bout to murder him
  Went out the backdoor, took the blame
  'Cause I knew T-Money was gon' blow out his brains
  I'm back from the grave, I'm damn near insane
  I sold so much coke, I got yayo still in my veins [Chorus: Future]
  I don't want it, don't want it if it ain't meant
  I smell codeine when I piss
  I'm on it, I'm on it, I can't forget
  You can't cry over scars, this permanent
  I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
  I adapted, immaculate,
   I'm goin' extravagant, hey
  Say my new tone, earth tone, I can't do wrong
  We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home
  [Verse 2: Young Thug]
  'Bout to WCW my bitch friend, I'm too wrong
  Got a black four-five, forty, and FN, I don't do chrome
  Fuck these niggas, I'm kickin' 'em out the loop, whoa
  I just got a plain jane Patek and it's two-toned (Two, two)
  I dress up like it's elastic (Yeah)
  Twelve cartridge for these bastards (Yeah)
  Swiggy swaggy, I'ma dabble (Yeah)
  I got the checks in Cali (Cali)
  I got my kids a Denali (Skrrt)
  I bulletproof all the windows (And what?)
  I'm bulletproofin' the mattresses (Blat)
  Blue diamonds like an Avatar (Yeah)
  Cut you off and dodge you like a fuckin' Charger (Charger)
  I showed I liked her but I still didn't call her (Brrt)
  I got back problems from gamblin' from the night to mornin' (Night to mornin', yeah)
  You can fuck every one of my hoes except my main (My main bitch)
  It's too hard to dedicate to you, I'm so scared of shame (Mmh)
  I don't care to find out you was creepin' 'cause I'm doin' the same
  Thing
  My bitches temporary like stitches
  You and your mama, your brother, your cousin ain't nothin' but bitches
  Yeah [Chorus: Future]
  I don't want it, don't want it if it ain't meant
  I smell codeine when I piss
  I'm on it, I'm on it, I can't forget
  You can't cry over scars, this permanent
  I put a Patek in traffic like Pablo Escobar
  I adapted, immaculate, I'm goin' extravagant, hey
  Say my new tone, earth tone, I can't do wrong
  We change the weather, stick together like we from the group home