conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Empire with the following description: The J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League-produced collab, originally meant for the YOLO mixtape (2011), surfaced January 25, 2016 and will appear on the production group’s forthcoming album, J.U.S.T.I.C.E. For All. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Rick Ross]
  I'ma tell you like this, nigga
  [Verse 1: Rick Ross]
  I got a hundred Gs on my line
  I ain't eatin' Jacksons when I be in Overtown
  Bitch I'm eatin' lavish, look up, ho, it's snowin' now
  I just throw the cabbage, 
  J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League
   gon' hold it down
  Got a odor there in the attic, that's a couple pounds
  New Rolex that I ordered, that's a hundred thou'
  Time to milk the game, bitch I went and bought a cow
  My nigga GDK a goon, he'll gun you down
  Slid up on him with the stick, yeah and sat him down
  My nigga Nut so slick, they ain't pat him down
  I got a hundred niggas on my line
  A hundred squares at a time, nigga, hold it down
  [Hook: Rick Ross]
  Addicted to money, addicted to chips
  My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick
  Addicted to this, addicted to that
  I'm gettin' them stacks, it's more addictive than crack
  I'm addicted to money, addicted to chips
  My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick
  Addicted to this, addicted to that
  I'm gettin' them stacks, it's more addictive than crack [Verse 2: Drake]
  Alright my patience runnin' thin
  Olympic pools of money, I'm just glad I learned to swim
  Cannonball, bitch, I hope your diving board's sturdy
  And I hope when dinner's cold, my niggas do not desert me
  Nah, but shit's all good
  The deal got signed and my split's all good
  And these haters pretendin' that it's all good
  Say that shit in person, man I wish y'all would
  I say you lucky if your father was a figure
  Cause my uncle was my father and my father was my nigga
  And my mother so proud cause his son is gettin' bigger
  I took time to load the bullets, now I'm 'bout to pull the trigger
  Like boom, boom, boom, I'm a genius, god dammit
  I ain't the type to murder you, I'm more the type to plan it
  So please take a seat if you really can't stand it
  Got success in my pocket and these rappers in a panic
  But Skinny told me to do me
  And don't listen to anybody that knew me
  Cause to have known me would mean that there's a new me
  And if you think I changed in the slightest could've fooled me
  Yeah, and to my city I'm the two-three
  Drug dealers live vicariously through me
  No bench time, nickname Starter Drake
  Franchise player, I don't even get a water break
  And these other lames is hardly mentioned
  I bet that with this pen I could draw attention
  But you can tell by my strut
  I'm just chillin' in the cut, nigga what, and I'm feelin' like [Hook: Rick Ross]
  Addicted to money, addicted to chips
  My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick
  Addicted to this, addicted to that
  I'm gettin' them stacks, it's more addictive than crack
  I'm addicted to money, addicted to chips
  My hoe was gay, now she addicted to dick
  Addicted to this, addicted to that
  I'm gettin' them stacks, it's more addictive than crack