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conversations.value: Write me a song called Real Chill with the following description: For the second track on the album, Rae Sremmurd link up with newcomer Kodak Black. The song is produced by familiar producer Mike WiLL Made It and 30 Roc, who has produced hit singles for T-Wayne.
  Rich The Kid was originally slated to appear on the track but was cut. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Swae Lee]
  (
  Ear Drummers
  )
  They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down
  They can't wait until we turn this bitch upside down
  (
  30, you a fool for this one
  )
  [Chorus: Swae Lee]
  My homies the real deal
  We smokin' that kill-kill
  She shake it, it feel real
  The paper flowin' still
  Now that bitch wanna chill
  And the shit stay chill
  My homies the real deal
  We smokin' that kill-kill
  She shake it, it feel real
  The paper flowin' still
  Now that bitch wanna chill
  And the shit stay chill
  [Verse 1: Slim Jxmmi]
  My homie the real deal
  The big watch on, feel like Ben 10
  Hell yeah nigga Slim Jxm
  In this motherfucker with a big grip, bitch
  Nigga get a grip
  I can't get a grip, man this bitch a flip
  Walked in, throwin' the cash like nerfs
  Girl you better put that ass to work
  Can a nigga hold the cam like Kirk
  Big diamonds on my mouth when I burp
  Big rims when I skrt-skrt
  Woah, leave my prints in the dirt, yeah
  Leave them broke niggas hurt, uh
  I'm that nigga, fuck you heard
  A young nigga so superb
  A cool Herc on the Earth
  Swag, yeah
  Frank Lucas with a grill
  All these hoes wanna chill
  Must have seen a nigga skills
  Pockets fat, Uncle Phil
  Girls on me like Will (Mike WiLL)
  All the ladies love Jxm, for real [Chorus: Swae Lee]
  My homies the real deal
  We smokin' that kill-kill
  She shake it, it feel real
  The paper flowin' still
  Now that bitch wanna chill
  And the shit stay chill
  My homies the real deal
  We smokin' that kill-kill
  She shake it, it feel real
  The paper flowin' still
  Now that bitch wanna chill
  And the shit stay chill
  [Verse 2: Kodak Black]
  They tellin' me slow down (Slow down)
  They gave me a chill pill (Chill out)
  Because I was Spend Ben (Spend Ben)
  They know I would Kill Bill (Hit him)
  I walk round Ben still (Ben still)
  I'm still on them pills still (Jigga-jigga)
  I spit that real shit (Real)
  I call it real spill (Real spill)
  I need like 10 mil, I need to put my momma in a big crib
  She be tellin' me "baby boy don't steal"
  I ain't listen to her cause I still steal
  One snap in, I put some racks in my grill
  No weapons allowed, I brought my strap in here still
  All I smoke is loud yeah, it's gon' blast in your ear
  Man I'm high as the cloud, I'm on a new atmosphere
  Gotta hold my niggas down till they get back here
  Don't come over here 'cause you will get clapped here [Chorus: Swae Lee]
  My homies the real deal
  We smokin' that kill-kill
  She shake it, it feel real
  The paper flowin' still
  Now that bitch wanna chill
  And the shit stay chill
  My homies the real deal
  We smokin' that kill-kill
  She shake it, it feel real
  The paper flowin' still
  Now that bitch wanna chill
  And the shit stay chill
  [Verse 3: Swae Lee]
  Spittin' game to that girl and her friend
  I got dressed, left the crib, set the trend
  If you ask me, it all spends
  I'm from the mud and my cup needs a cleanse (let's cleanse)
  I can't even cruise because I got a spoiler
  Hit the store, buy the store, let's not loiter (loiter)
  Hit the club, need a drink, need a skank (I got it)
  The club promoter said "Swae Lee you off of the chain"
  [Chorus: Swae Lee]
  My homies the real deal
  We smokin' that kill-kill
  She shake it, it feel real
  The paper flowin' still
  Now that bitch wanna chill
  And the shit stay chill
  My homies the real deal
  We smokin' that kill-kill
  She shake it, it feel real
  The paper flowin' still
  Now that bitch wanna chill
  And the shit stay chill