conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Blow Them Horns II with the following description: This is the sixth track off of Ab-Soul’s Long Term: The Mixtape. Kendrick Lamar (then known as K-Dot) also has a song called “Blow Them Horns” on his first TDE mixtape, titled Training Day. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Ab-Soul]
  Hey, welcome to DA nigga
  I really thought I was a drummer for a second there
  [Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
  Follow me home, see where I was rose
  Like the one in 2Pac's song that grew from the concrete
  Half a line in Del Amo on cross streets
  Baby baby mommas strappin' babies in carseats
  Niggas failed art class, still they'll draw heat
  Design a murder scene faster than an architect with a masters
  One out of three niggas you know slang, that's a accurate fraction
  Sunday dinner denim for packin' a mac in
  Cheese in the pockets of potential rocket scientists gone bad
  Like good girls movin' too rapid
  Had it not been for the social status we after, our
  Minds could've been on more than after hours
  Some of us become legends, some are labeled as cowards
  Others fall in between, I say I'm a king
  Now you can disagree or kiss the ring
  Either way nigga's kneel to my feet, don't be late
  And if you make it in time to hear the trumpets, I
  Know you gon' love it cause I love it
  What's that?
  [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  My city blowin' them horns, it sounds like
  It sounds like
  It sounds like
  It sounds like
  It sounds like [Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
  Who wanna go 15 in a Del Amo park alley
  Used to battle with the pep rally
  Rest in peace Prospect, I miss you like a missile
  I can vision you blowing up
  I launch it in your memory soldier
  Ask capital Z about snap capital G
  How we used to wear triple A's and Footlocker T's
  Two toned fitteds from swap meet
  Prepaid Nokias would light up antennas at the AMC movie theater
  Back when the bitches wouldn't holler
  I was short 75 cent, he threw me a dollar
  Can't forget J Silk, my ace boon coon
  On me JT would've been proud of you
  We used to mob to McDonalds every day after school
  Or Shakey's for pizza if our allowance would allow it
  I was wildin' saggin' with the crips I had no business
  I learned, job or no job your ass better be with the business
  I became an alchemist over instrumentals
  I'm Jim Dear over here, that's the mayor say your prayers
  It's C-A-R-son, daughter, father, mother's own
  Turn my shakin' haters off and I'm right at home
  And if you at home with me and hear the trumpets
  I know you gon' love it, cause I love it
  What's that? [Chorus: Kendrick Lamar]
  My city blowin' them horns, it sounds like
  It sounds like
  It sounds like
  It sounds like
  It sounds like
  [Bridge: Ab-Soul]
  How you like your stay so far?
  Is it all it's cracked up to be?
  [Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
  If you ever caught the Carson Circuit
  Ditchin' fifth period to hit the mall, then I hope you hearin' this
  I do this for y'all, cause y'all can relate to me, you're my family
  If you went to Cheapwood, Frog Acres, or Banana Lee
  And still hit the ARCO on Del Amo and Central for gasoline
  Chances are we know each other well
  Not the one for wishes or for fishes, more like good
  If you touched every Carson corner I once stood, then would you
  Just open your ears and hear the trumpets, I know you gon' love it
  Cause I love it
  [Outro: Ab-Soul]
  Sound so beautiful, don't you agree?
  Really feel like, really feel like I'm the king of Carson right now man
  For real, nothing y'all niggas could tell me