conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called I Serve the Base with the following description: “I Serve the Base” is the second song off Future’s album DS2. It could also mean he serves his core fanbase, people who rock with him since Day 1, not his new “pop” fans.
  Tryna make me a pop star and they made a monster
  Base—from freebase—is slang for crack cocaine. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus]
  I serve the base, I serve the base
  I serve the base, I serve the base
  I serve the base (Uh, uh), I serve the base
  I serve the base, I serve the base (Yeah)
  [Verse 1]
  You would fuck a rich nigga for the fame, won't you?
  You would give that pussy up to a lame, won't you?
  Like an old school, I re-did the frame on you
  I got my old shooters with me and they land on you
  Word to them niggas out the six
  A whole lotta lean my nutrition
  They should've told ya I had the drank on me
  They should've told ya I brung a bank with me
  They should've told ya I keep that molly on me
  They should've told ya I got that stick with me
  You the one who duckin' from a drive-by
  My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes
  [Chorus]
  I serve the base, I serve the base
  I serve the base, I serve the base
  [Verse 2]
  I keep a shooter with me like Malone
  I fucked around and did it on my own
  Come and fuck with me, baby, I'm a franchise
  Molly and them Xans got me aggravated
  Them hundreds and them fifties, got 'em separated
  Put them hundreds with them hundreds, yeah, we segregated
  They tried to take the soul out me
  They tried to take my confidence and they know I'm cocky
  Fuck another interview, I'm done with it
  I don't give a fuck about lil' ho', I let young hit it
  I play the games of the thrones with you
  I can't change, I was God-given
  Tried to make me a pop star and they made a monster
  I'm posted with my niggas lettin' the champagne flow
  A nigga was depressed now my mind back home
  A product of the roaches in them ashtrays
  I inhale the love on a bad day
  Baptized inside purple Actavis [Pre-Chorus]
  They should've told you I was on a pill
  They should've told you I was on a Lear
  I served cocaine in some Reeboks
  I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox
  [Chorus]
  I serve the base, I serve the base
  I serve the base, I serve the base
  [Verse 3]
  They should've told you I was just a trap nigga
  I'm in the white house shootin' craps niggas
  I gave up on my conscience, gotta live with it
  This remind me when I had nightmares
  These bitches wanna be here, they'll be right here
  They should've told you I was just a trap, nigga
  They should've told you I was gon' lap niggas
  They should've told you I was overseas
  Say his last words, he can't breathe
  They sent the ghetto bird out to peep me
  They finally did admit that I was cloned
  Because I was ambitious, now I'm on
  Five in the mornin' on the corner rollin' stones
  I just brought the money, I'll count it on my own
  Fuck [Pre-Chorus]
  They should've told you I was on a pill
  They should've told you I was on a Lear
  I served cocaine in some Reeboks
  I'm full of so much chronic, need a detox
  [Chorus]
  I serve the base, I serve the base
  I serve the base, I serve the base
  [Outro]
  You the one who duckin' from a drive-by
  My niggas unemployed sellin' Popeyes