conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called I’m Blooded with the following description: Wayne’s musical oath of fealty to the Bloods
  He raps over the beat to Young Jeezy’s “I Love It” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  Pi' 'til I die
  Just because!
  Pi' 'til I die
  Piru
  B's up
  Bitch, I'm me
  [Hook]
  Young Money is the label, let us in the door
  Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
  I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows
  Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
  [Verse 1]
  Once again, it's on—yeah, I'm back in the booth
  Stand at the top like a tack in the roof
  Still on these hoes like a mack in a suit
  Still on my toes, not a crack in my shoe
  Rappers talking 'bout me, but I don't give a hoot
  These niggas still lying, I'm the motherfucking truth
  Talk tough 'til I knock off your kuf'
  And I own my team, I'm like a Maloof
  They hating on me, I'm just tryna be Weezy
  Just like Young Jeezy in a lima-bean 'Ghini
  Smoked out my mind, baby, now I'm seeing 3D
  Dopeboy fresh from my fitted to my DC's
  All red, so these hoes know who we be's (B's up)
  We be's Bloods—we B's
  Popeye flow, y'all niggas Sweet Peas
  Getting high on a yacht—call it "seaweed" [Hook]
  Young Money is the label, let us in the door
  Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
  I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows
  Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
  [Verse 2]
  I advance my flow, and they must like that
  They like it so much, they say they write that
  Barking at the dog, but I don't bite back
  I ain't CPR, I ain't bringing they life back
  Black 
  CBR
  , bad bitch on the bike back
  Skittles on my wrist, yeah, nigga, the bright pack
  I'ma shine, I live where the light at (You dig?)
  Air Force fly
  , call me a Nike check
  Brand-new coupe same color as the sky
  The dash say 2, y'all know I'm gon' try
  Cop pull me over, y'all know I'm gon' lie
  They go up in my trunk, y'all know I'm gon' fry
  Them niggas throwing salt all over my fries
  So I'ma just walk all over them guys
  Niggas throwing darts, never hit the bullseye
  Young Money, bitch, New Orleans, East Side [Hook]
  Young Money is the label, let us in the door
  Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! (Neck music)
  I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows
  Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
  [Verse 3]
  Been around the world, rep the same thing
  Been around the world, it's the same gang
  B's up, B's up, flame gang
  Blaat, b-blaat, blaaa-blaaat, bang-bang
  I told my homie Streets, "You can't sleep on life"
  So he popped a X pill and didn't sleep all night
  I ain't worrying 'bout you, I'm just trying do me
  Last album did two, I'm just trying do three
  I am what every pair of eyes ought to see
  Bitches wish they could just call and order me
  My Momma used to tell me "Get a nine-to-five"
  Cash Money made her say, "Never mind, I'm fine" (B's up!)
  [Hook]
  Young Money is the label, let us in the door
  We coming in this bitch, all red to the floor
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! (Just because!)
  I got Bloods on stage, 
  Bloods
   at my shows
  Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo!
  And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! [Outro]
  Piru, to Damu
  Soo-woo