conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Pick Up Your Heart with the following description: This song features a spoken word outro, where Tunechi discusses that he wants to leave this celebrity behind him.
  The production is handled by the duo Cool & Dre, who have had at least one production credit on each Wayne album dating back to 2005’s Tha Carter II. On Weezy’s previous album, IANAHB2, Cool & Dre laid down the instrumental for the remake of “Hot Revolver.”
   Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro]
  She on her back screaming she love me, yeah
  And I'm in her pussy thinking 'bout money, mmm
  I done forgot what all my old hoes look like
  But they see me with my new bitch, make 'em miss the good life
  I moved to Cali, had to leave the beach alone
  And you could call me what you want
  Just don't call me on speaker phone
  And the good die young
  And the great live forever
  Go see your memory bank teller
  'Cause you done forgot who put this shit together
  Wait, bitch
  [Verse 1]
  I hop in my Phantom and drive 'til my phone start roamin', yeah
  Lord, I don't wan' talk to nobody, I want my moment, yeah
  Please pardon my restroom, but Tunechi got the longest shit list, uh
  My pockets are pregnant, they up early with morning sickness
  I swear, ooh, I been through so much
  But that's life, I get high, it don't phase me, no
  They ask, how do you sleep at night?
  I reply, like a baby, bitch
  I been out here doing me by myself, nigga, no special features
  It's all about the Benjamins, no disrespect to Aretha [Chorus]
  But I gotta get that paper, baby, that paper, baby
  That paper, baby, that paper, baby
  'Cause this game fuck everybody, this game fuck everybody
  Gotta get that paper, baby, that paper, baby, that paper, babe
  Yeah, 'cause these streets fuck everybody, these streets fuck everybody
  Gotta get my paper, babe, my paper, babe, my paper, babe
  Yeah, 'cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody
  Gotta get my paper, baby, my paper, baby, my paper, baby
  Yeah, 'cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody
  And I don't wanna do it no more, no
  Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no
  Hold up, wait, I don't wanna do it no more, no
  Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no
  But I gotta get my paper, babe, uh
  [Verse 2]
  Perfect attendance on the block, I'm boomin', yeah
  When it's cold, when it's rainy
  When it's muggy, when it's hot, when it's humid, oh
  I walk into the corner store feeling like a king
  World on my back, shit feel like a mink
  Mad at some motherfucker dropped my pill down the sink
  Hold up, wait
  I got Xanax, I got Percocet, yeah
  She give me pussy and her income tax, yeah
  I send my goons to rob the dope man, lawd
  They bring it back, now I'm the dope man
  Suitcase, dead body in the suitcase, yeah
  Molly in the Kool-Aid, we put molly in the Kool-Aid, uh
  I'm still watching bootlegs 'cause I can't go to the movies
  'Cause I'm bigger than the actors in the movies
  Me and your bitch made a movie, yeah
  Ooh, I'm on a new wave
  I been wilding in these streets, mama
  But still remember everything you said to me
  Don't believe these hoes, they be lying through they teeth, mama
  Toothache [Chorus]
  Oh Lord, I gotta get that paper
  'Cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody
  And I don't wanna do it no more, no
  Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no
  Hold up, wait, I don't wanna do it no more, no
  Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no
  [Verse 3]
  Wait, bitch
  I hop in the Bentley and drive 'til my phone start roamin'
  Lord, I don't wan' talk to nobody, I want my moment, yeah
  I used to be fun-loving, now I'm a gun-loving killer
  But these niggas made me like this
  Now they all afraid of they own invention
  I walk with a limp
  'Cause this AR will not allow me to walk straight
  I've come to a stage in my life
  And I just can't let my life boo me off stage, no
  Tuxedo on and a cumberbund
  Fingers crossed behind my back
  On the corner, watching my money come
  [Chorus]
  'Cause I gotta get that paper, baby, that paper, baby
  That paper, baby, that paper, babe
  'Cause these streets fuck everybody, this game fuck everybody
  Gotta get my paper, baby, my paper, baby, my paper, babe
  Yeah, 'cause these hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck everybody
  And I don't wanna do it no more, no
  Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more, no
  Hold up, wait, I don't wanna do it no more, no
  Hold up, bae, I don't wanna do it no more [Outro]
  I wear black 'cause I can't find nothing else to wear
  I wear dreadlocks 'cause I can't do nothing else to my hair
  I kiss you 'cause it just happen
  I do what I do 'cause it gotta be done
  But I guess I oughta start taking credit for something, right
  (Mula)
  Yesterday, I met a woman on the stairs that wasn't there
  She wasn't there again today
  I really hope she go away
  (These hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck anybody
  And I don't wanna do it no more)
  'Cause you know, sometimes "at last" doesn't happen at first (Yeah)
  I'm the pimp and the problem (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
  She said, "You don't think of me when I know you think too much"
  Hmm (I don't wanna do it no more)
  (These hoes fuck anybody, these hoes fuck everybody)
  (And I don't wanna do it no more)
  She said "I think you think I think you think of us," hmm
  (I'ma get this paper, baby, I'ma get this paper, baby)
  She said she wanted sprinkles, I said sprinkles are for winners
  Free Weezy
  Mula