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conversations.value: Write me a song called In the Cut with the following description: On “In the Cut,” Drake flexes his wealth, diamonds, and cars. He also talks about his career and how he has worked hard over the years, placing himself above his competition. Roddy joins in on the second verse, where he gives his friend Young Thug—alongside his love for YSL—and Pharrell Williams a shoutout. He, too, also flexes his wealth, diamonds, cars, and his women.
  The song was first previewed on March 28, 2020, by Drake’s close friend and producer Boi-1da during a Verzuz battle on Instagram Live with rapper and producer Hit-Boy. The song was previewed again by Drake in an Instagram Live session on May 1, 2020, after the release of his fifth mixtape Dark Lane Demo Tapes. Two months later, on July 4, 2020, the song appeared online in its entirety. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Drake]
  Ayy, yeah
  Pipe this shit up and I turn this shit up
  When I was down, I was down
  Now them diamonds for fun like damn
  Ayy, yeah
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  Trendsetter, Ben Frank' getter (Yeah)
  Whip whatever, whip whatever
  I buy diamonds when I’m under pressure (Yeah)
  When I apply it, shit don't ever let up, yeah
  Look, I'm in the cut, The Boy in the cut
  Jump in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up
  All of this grindin’ for what?
  It's funny when you niggas thought it was luck
  I cannot give you a pass if you play with my money and family and friends
  And I compete with myself while you niggas competin' with trends
  Your foreign is used, I looked up the VIN
  I know the truth, no use in pretendin' with him
  [Chorus: Drake]
  Still in the cut, The Boy in the cut
  Hop in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up
  [Verse 2: Roddy Ricch]
  And I'm way up at the top of the loft
  Gotta stay up, ain't no knockin' me off
  Pull up smooth, A.I. with the cross (Haha)
  Countin' up wins on wins on wins, for all of my dawgs I lost
  I might call Pharrell, get the new Chanel
  Thugger got the YSL, huh
  I remember when the Feds did the sweep, I pray my dawgs didn’t tell, huh
  Cruisin’ down Biscayne
  I was in Miami, she gave me top with the top off
  Cartier wrist gang, got her a Audemar
  She got the head, knock your socks off
  You ain't gettin’ money, you ain't fuckin' with me
  You ain't in your bitch top five
  I might pull up in the Six with Drizzy
  I was just in Houston, fuckin’ with the mob ties
  We don't never ever play two sides
  Hang out the Phantom, it's suicide
  They ridin' my wave like a rogue tide
  My necklace is wet like the poolside [Chorus: Drake, 
  Drake & Roddy Ricch
  ]
  Still in the cut, The Boy in the cut, yeah
  Hop in the whip where the ceilings go up, we up