conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Sandra’s Rose with the following description: On “Sandra’s Rose,” Drake details the way fame has impacted his lifestyle, for example having a lot of money and women, and how he gets discredited for it.
  By “Sandra’s Rose,” Drake refers to himself, his mother’s name is Sandra and he’s her “rose.” As he describes in the song, his mom used to work as a florist, hence the rose.
  
  In an interview with DJ Booth, producer DJ Premier talked about how the song came together. He broke his usual protocol and reached out to Drake and 40 to see if a production slot was available, they sent a sample for Premier to flip, he did his thing with it, sent it back to them and within a few hours, he got the completed track sent back to him. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Chorus]
  Yeah, no more, no more
  Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
  Yeah, no more, no more
  Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
  Ooh, ooh
   (Yeah)
  [Verse 1]
  Niggas see the crib and ask who did I steal from
  Price tags on makin' the world feel some
  They don't have enough to satisfy a real one
  Maverick Carter couldn't even get the deal done
  Niggas scared to come towards us, gotta run from us
  Louisville hush money for my young gunners
  Rick Pitino, I take 'em to strip clubs and casinos
  Stack of C-notes, get all you niggas scratched like Preemo
  Worms, I just opened up a can of those
  My mother had a flower shop, but I was Sandra's rose
  Two girls that I rope like Indiana Jones
  I make them hoes walk together like I'm Amber Rose
  Yeah, fuck that, 
  I got to up the ante
  California girls sweeter than pieces of candy
  Had me all in Nipsey hood to go link up with Sammy
  Type of hood where bandanas make niggas a family
  Head on a swivel, I could shoot but I could never dribble
  Life too short, I gotta get it 'fore they blow the whistle
  My uncle tryna change my energy with stones and crystals
  But it's gon' take more than that for me to control my issues
  I wasn't made for no casket or no prison cell
  Every title doin' numbers like I'm Miss Adele
  Sandra knows I pulled us out of a living hell
  I'm the chosen one, flowers never pick themselves [Chorus]
  Yeah, no more, no more
  Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah
  Yeah, no more, no more
  Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
  Ooh, ooh
  [Verse 2]
  Niggas want a classic, that's just ten of these
  Crime family like the Genovese, you don't want drama, capisc'?
  My house is full of supermodels just like Mohamed Hadid
  I take this shit too serious, you niggas my comic relief
  I find it funny how I keep on talkin' and commas increase
  I'm standin' at the top of where you niggas are climbin' to reach
  I even got my very own initials inscribed on my sheets
  Subtle reminders are key, jeez!
  Spoiler alert: the second act is tragic
  And everyone that wants the worst for me's askin' what happened
  Backstabbed so many times I started walkin' backwards
  Like Charlamagne, I see the light and see the darkest patches
  Bury me and I'll be born again
  I walk in godly form amongst the mortal men
  I got some real demons across the border fence
  And made a note of the mistakes we can't afford again
  Like I said, can of worms and I'm the early bird
  Niggas want to hang but I'm too busy doin' dirty work
  Hit 'em back and say we'll link up on the 33rd
  When I say that they cursin' me, it ain't dirty words
  Church of Pentecost, Holy Spirit synagogue
  I don't know who's protectin' me but we hit it off
  Sandra's rose, no wonder they tryna pick me off
  I guess you gotta show these niggas who you really are [Chorus]
  Yeah, no more, no more
  Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, yeah
  Yeah, no more, no more
  Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
  Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh