conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Jumpman with the following description: Weezy F is back!
  And rapping over the outright most successful song off his signee and acquaintance Drake’s collaboration mixtape with notorious Atlanta trap artist Future, “Jumpman.”
  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTdEfolettM Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  T!
  Where Hoody at?
  No Ceilings
  [Verse 1]
  Woo, one xan, one xan, one xan, lord, I'm tryna cut back
  Hold up, hold up, where my cup at? My bitch got that comeback
  Woo, real one from the jump, man, I'm killing the Jumpman
  I ain't got no ceilings, no need to look up, man (uh-uh)
  AK, AK, AK, street-sweeper, no dustpan (bap-bap)
  Been a stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam (bap-bap)
  Stuntman since a young man, extra gun if one jam
  On my Carter 5 shit, this one for the thumb, man
  Yeah, this one for the duff-bag
  Yeah, this for where I'm from at
  Yeah, my goons break in your house like BruhMan
  Yeah; click-clack
  Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam, Gun-Blam
  Shh... silence on the gun, 
  I go Silence of the Lamb
  Ooh I'm up man, up man, them Viagras got me up, man
  And we pull up, man up and dump and dump and dump then scrrram
  Screech! 
  The harder I fall, the farther I reach
  The water might fall, but life is a beach
  When my number’s called, I get out my seat
  When my niggas ball, I give em my speech
  You might hit a wall, or end up like me
  You might have to crawl, but get up like me
  And you bite before bark, never I before we
  And you pray before eating and you lay with your heat
  And you stay with your heat and you lay on your mink
  Bitches lay at your feet and you play with your kids
  You don’t play with these niggas, don’t play on these streets
  I don’t play on these beats
  , I don’t play bout my money
  You heard what I say, no replay, no repeat
  Don’t be playing with me, don’t be playing with we
  I don’t play with no Wii, 
  I’m OK, I’m OG
  I’m O.J. on these beats, I OD on these beats
  I'm M-O-B-B-B-B on these streets
  Say what you say, you don’t be on these streets
  Cause if we see you, it’s on S-I-G-H-T
  Belie'e that, Tunechi [Verse 2]
  One xan, one xan, one xan, all I need is one xan
  Knock me out like punch bag, got me slump like humpback (gone)
  Muddy-muddy-muddy, I just drunk a mud bath
  Muddy-muddy-muddy, I need me some mud flaps (sippin)
  Real one from the jump, man, real one from the jump, man (real one)
  On my Carter 5 shit, this one for the thumb, man (ayy)
  Money long, I got that money tall like Kazam (Shaq)
  I just popped a combo, ain’t talkin' McDonald’s (medicine)
  I just popped a bottle, ain’t talkin' no liquor (medicine)
  I’m talking Actavis, I’m talking to the sippers (pour up)
  I’m talkin to a stripper, she gon let me pimp her
  You talkin to the police, so that’s who you tippin'?
  Ohhh, that’s a no-no, that’s a no-no, ohhh
  Had coke since Polo and Girbauds (yeah!)
  Had coke since Arsenio
  White girl, Marilyn Monroes, Demi Moore
  I’m in LA with my skinny hoes
  But their faces look like centerfolds
  I've been taking all these chemicals, damn
  Now they faces aren’t identical, damn
  Watch these niggas turning into hoes, bop-bop
  Watch me turn a nigga into smoke, bop-bop
  Watch me turn a million into four, voilà
  Watch me turn Miami to N.O., uh-huh
  Watch me turn the sand to some snow, uh-huh
  In a Phantom with Chinchilla floors, drop-top
  Hit Atlanta like Gorilla Zoe
  Holla at my baby mamas, I love them the most
  Shout out Lauren on the West, she playin' her role (Boogie!)
  Literally, on the set, she playin' a role
   (Boogie!)
  Niggas really rep the set, we stay in our mode (turned up)
  Spiritually I’m just blessed, I pray for my hoes (amen)
  Tunechi hoppin off the jet, G open my door (thank you)
  Spittin since Das EFX, my flow in control (skibbidy)
  Pimpin since Das EFX, my ho in control (pimpin)
  And I just popped a combo, ain’t talkin McDonald’s
  Niggas hear that click-clack, ooh-ooh
  I know I'mma get my shit back, ooh-ooh
  We aiming this thing at your body
  We aiming this thing at your nose
  Hollow tip bullets, blue tip bullets
  Well, you’re gonna get shot with them both