conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called HitMan with the following description: This song is the CD quality version of Lil Wayne’s freestyle from the Young Money cypher with Karen Civil TV that took place back in 2015. This song was originally recorded for Sorry 4 The Wait 2. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Lord, I think I need a hitman
  Tell Biggie I'm a big fan
  Ooh my pockets on biggie smalls, and your pockets on stickman
  I just came from the gun store, I swear I spent about 10 grand
  I have your family wearing black clothes
  And your homies wearing shit bags
  Lord, I think I need a hitman
  We bout to go kidnap a rich man
  If he don’t give it up we chop him up
  And send his body parts to his house gift-wrapped
  Lord, I think I need a hit man, to put a hit out on the big man
  As you can see I've got big plans, big plans to be the big man
  Lord I think I need a hit man, cause I can't trust the next man
  Lord I thank you for my weed man
  But right now we playing phone tag
  I’m doing 40 down the boulevard (Ayy)
  With my homie that's gon' take the charge (Ayy)
  He got the Tommie and I got the Mac
  And on your head they've got a contract
  Lord I thank you for my hit man, and tell Pac I'm a big fan
  I sing Dear Mama to my dear mama
  And sing Hit 'Em Up to my Daddy bitch ass (Ooh)
  Police pull up, swallow the evidence (Hey)
  Then walk off like George Jefferson (Hey)
  Its Tunechi baby, I'm a scumbag
  And I'm priceless plus Tax (Ooh)
  Lord I thank you for these bricks man (Ooh)
  I got ’em scratching thats a skin rash (Hey)
  Don’t get high off your own supply (Chh)
  But I gotta try before I buy (Woo)
  I buss back and put that bitch in drive (Oo)
  Then circle back and make sure them Nigga's die (Ooh)
  I’m hot and spicy with this Choppa nigga
  I put it to your ear and BAP, eavesdrop a Nigga
  Lord I think I need a hit man, Tell Pimp C I'm a big fan
  Pockets on Vin Diesel, pockets on Riff Raff
  Niggas faker than witch-craft, I split a Nigga in half
  These lil boys they look up to me, I put the G on Giraffe
  Lord I thank you for my hit man, but we need to hit a lick man
  Cause my girl want some implants
  Lord I think the bitch a Kim fan
  Doing 40 down the boulevard
  I told shawty she gon take the charge
  She said its nothing boy I got your back
  Because these other Niggas copycats
  Lord I think I need a hit man, this for all my fans that been fans
  I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry
  I’m so sorry for the wait like slim-fast
  I stick MDMA up a bitch ass, AT&T, Ass Tongue & Tit man
  Shoot the car, brains splash on the tint tag
  He zig-zag then crash, Oooh whiplash
  Lord I thank you for my hit man
  Lord I been a Soulja Slim fan (Ooh)
  Pockets on Mack Maine (Nigga), your pockets on stickman (Mannnn, mannnnn, mannnnn, Lord I thank you for my Hit man)