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conversations.value: Write me a song called Magic (Dedication 4) with the following description: Track 13 on Dedication 4 features Young Money signee Flow. The beat was produced by KE on the Track and is taken from Future’s hit single “Magic”. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Flow]
  Ah.. Pop another percocet
  My flow is retarded, I think I got a birth defect
  Highway to heaven Bow! Where the fuck the chauffeur at?
  These niggas softer than the pillows on my sofa set
  I'm fighting myself cause I don't see no competition
  I don't write, I draw that pistol make your face a composition
  So please walk away before we stomp your ass
  Everyday is halloween and you can get your pumpkin smashed
  The ones you think your friends is really your haters
  So just do me a favor.. and don't do me no favor
  All I need is a blunt and a cup of purple
  I put this together, I could've been a construction worker
  Niggas looking funny, well I'm just getting blunted
  And everybody's wondering if I'm really with Young Money
  Well is a pig's pussy pork? Do bears be shittin'
  In the woods and wipe they ass with a rabbit when they finish?
  Turn my swagger super mean but my bitches bad too
  And my flag bright red but Lortab blue, Oop!
  Isn't it ironic I tell Tunechi pass the chronic
  Purple syrup, yellow Fanta, you can call it Magic Johnson
  [Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
  Gone off the shrooms, I'm stoned like tomb
  Bitch, I do what I do like the groom
  Looking death in the eyes, kissing fear on the lips
  I'm so faded my nigga I'm 'bout to disappear in this bitch
  Like poof, there go my roof
  Pow, there go my hammer
  Come around here stuntin', get jacked like O'Lantern
  Two times for them haters, head shots for them snitches
  If the best things in life are free then why the fuck we pay attention?
  Uh, pockets on nine-months, I go dumber than a dunce
  Too many pills, too many blunts
  Two bitches named such-and-such
  It's Young Money we out chea, we turnt up 'bout that life
  My pockets fat like Jack Black - If I go broke, I'mma jack whites
  My bitch bad as fuck nigga, my goons 'bout that trigger play
  Murk one of these soft niggas, now I'm in court for a pillow case
  This is the magic show but Tune ain't no trick ho
  Fuck niggas no Chris Stokes, it's me, Flow, D4
  Fishtailing out the parking lot like salmon
  She swallowed all my kids, bitch we could of had a family
  The way I make the purp disappear, straight vanish
  Smoke fire, spit fire
  Puff the magic dragon
  Tunechi! D4 ho
  Future fuck with me!