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Imagine a song about seeking vengeance and justice in an unjust world, where the speaker wishes to punish a hundred bad men by burying them in a hundred black coffins. [/INST]

Lyrics: I need a hundred black coffins for a hundred bad men
A hundred black graves, so I can lay they ass in
I need a hundred black preachers, with a black sermon to tell
From a hundred black Bibles, while we send them all to hell
I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (Oh, Lord!)
I need a hundred black coffins, black coffins, black coffins (Oh, Lord!)
Black coffins! (I need a hundred...)


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A group of rappers celebrating their financial success and expressing their confidence in their music label, asserting their wealth and untouchable status. [/INST]

Lyrics: Huh, we rich forever
Double-M-G, we untouchable, nigga
Too much paper, don't forget it
(Maybach Music)


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Write a song about coming back strong from adversity, taking risks and making it big in life, and enjoying the luxuries that come with success. [/INST]

Lyrics: C-note after C-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning, Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back; fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that sack; Fourth Ward in all black
I said "Boss" and I meant that; advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean, you'll think Bruce Springsteen rent that
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there, but fuck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real
IPhone and iPad, Air Max, and my gat
Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat
Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, no going back
All I need is Benzos, squatting on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new temple


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A rapper is expressing their confidence and success, while also bragging about their possessions and disregarding haters or naysayers. [/INST]

Lyrics: Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming "Fuck em"
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming "Fuck em"
Fuck all you haters, watch me fuck all these bitches
I got eight different Rollies, and they all mint condition
I'm screaming "Fuck em, fuck em", I'm screaming "Fuck em"
Fuck em, fuck em, I'm screaming "Fuck em"
I got five different Benzes, this is my deposition
I'm screaming "Fuck every witness", cause bitch, I'm big business
I'm screaming "Fuck em"


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A group of friends, now successful and wealthy, reminiscing about their humble beginnings and the challenges they overcame together, with a sense of triumph and camaraderie. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, made nigga, got made niggas with me
(2 Tall)
Fuck it, I ain't even counting the money no more
If it ain't right, it ain't right
It ain't even matter no more
Cut me up a lil' bit
This next-level shit


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A song featuring a confident rapper expressing his success, surrounded by other successful individuals, and affiliated with the Maybach Music label. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ugh, yeah
Ugh
Yeah, made nigga, got made niggas with me
Haha
(M-M-M-Maybach Music)


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Reflect on the challenges of navigating genuine relationships and avoiding superficial connections in a world filled with fake people. [/INST]

Lyrics: Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and they phony
Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony
Can't play no games with these niggas


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Write a song lyrics that convey the message of distrust and dishonesty in relationships with certain individuals, emphasizing the use of slang and colloquial language to express the frustration and disappointment experienced by the narrator. [/INST]

Lyrics: Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these bitches
Can't play no games with these bitches
Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and they phony
Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these bitches


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Don't mess with phonies, focus on making money like Tony. Three necklaces attract attention from gold diggers. Someone's caught with $100k on their wrist, they can't relate. If you play with work, you either feed them or touch 'em. It's not smart to play games with these women, as they just want a ticket to fame. The feds seem to always be on their tail. The VIP choppa and the Rollie match. Women know the score so don't even ask. Every day is a party, so every day is a chance [/INST]

Lyrics: Can’t play no games with these lames, I’m getting money like Tony
Three chains on my neck these bitches brushin' up on it
Hundred grand on my watch, you don’t feel me then fuck 'em
If you playin' with work, we either feed 'em or touch 'em
I play no games with these hoes, get a ticket a show
Feds follow a nigga like it’s a brick at a show
VIP choppa, Rollie be matchin'
Ho know we fuckin', so don’t even ask em
I play no games at the bar, all I see is Ciroc
Three bottles for Diddy, three hoes in the car
No love for these skeezers, we party and fuck 'em
Every day is a party so every day we like fuck ‘em


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You're tired of being betrayed and used by those around you, especially those who pretend to be your friends. You've realized that not everyone is genuine, and you have experienced the harsh reality of people's true intentions. You've seen friends turn their back on you, and you've witnessed those who claim to have your best interest at heart selling out for their own gain. Despite the betrayal, you keep pushing forward, looking for real connections and success, even if it means taking risks and facing potential failure. In the end, you're determined to maintain your faith in the possibility of genuine relationships and [/INST]

Lyrics: Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these bitches
Can't play no games with these bitches
Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and they phony
Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these bitches
Niggas sellin’ dope just tryin’ to come up in the game
Say it’s for the fam but spendin' a hundred on the chain
Niggas go for self when they caught up in the fame
Run back to a nigga when them shots get to sprayin’
BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG!
Now we holdin' hands
Success another gamble, bitch I took a chance
Jumped straight off the porch, jumped right in the kitchen
Then I got a Porsche, my bitch wanted a Bentley


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Express the idea of not being able to trust or deceive others in a playful manner due to their fake and untrustworthy nature. [/INST]

Lyrics: Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these bitches
Can't play no games with these bitches
Can't play no games with these niggas, they're so fake and they phony
Can't play no games with these bitches, they treat me like I'm Tony
Can't play no games with these niggas
Can't play no games with these bitches


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Create a song that highlights the production of multiple talented artists, with references to popular music labels and groups, and includes a catchy chant to show support for their work. [/INST]

Lyrics: Young Chop on the beat
BandKamp
OVO, MMG, GBE
You already know
Aww, yeah


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In a song about making it to the top and maintaining loyalty within a tight-knit group, express the importance of trust and the journey of achieving success from a young age. [/INST]

Lyrics: At the top, it's just us, nigga
But I don't really trust niggas
OTF, it's just us, nigga
But I don't really trust niggas
GBE, we don't fuck with niggas
At the top, where you see us, nigga
Since a youngin, bitch, we been them niggas
Since a youngin, bitch, we been them niggas


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A rapper returns from vacation in Turks and Caicos and discusses his recent successes in the music industry, focusing on collaborations with friends and family and the importance of loyalty and trust in the business. [/INST]

Lyrics: Just got back from Turks and Caicos, hoes all at the villa
Only nigga making albums with no fucking filler
New deal on the table, look like 'bout like ten milla
Shout my lawyer, man, he a contract killer
You know 305, Ricky, that's my fucking nigga
Did this shit right here for Baka, Preme, Styles, and Gilla
Did this shit right here for Reese, Sosa, Fredo, Durk
You let Drizzy get a verse, you gon' get this work
Yeah, at the top it's just us, nigga
Yeah, that's why I don't really trust niggas
See, my family and the money is a must, nigga
All the fame and all the pussy's just a plus, nigga
Yeah


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A song about the loyalty and trust within a close-knit group of friends who have been through the struggles of life together and will always protect each other. [/INST]

Lyrics: At the top, it's just us, nigga
But I don't really trust niggas
OTF, it's just us, nigga
But I don't really trust niggas
GBE, we don't fuck with niggas
At the top, where you see us, nigga
Since a youngin, bitch, we been them niggas
Since a youngin, bitch, we been them niggas
Since a youngin, bitch, we been them niggas
A small circle with no new niggas
Cause I don't really trust niggas
GBE, it's just us nigga
And she just wanna fuck with us
So much kush, keep me stuck, nigga
In other words, high as fuck, nigga
Life's a movie, I'm a priceless picture
Four hundred for the belt, nigga
Right or wrong, you get left, nigga
For that bag, you get left, nigga
For my niggas, you get left, nigga


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Create a song about being at the top with your crew, but not trusting anyone else, while also emphasizing that you've been that way since a young age. [/INST]

Lyrics: At the top, it's just us, nigga
But I don't really trust niggas
OTF, it's just us, nigga
But I don't really trust niggas
GBE, we don't fuck with niggas
At the top, where you see us, nigga
Since a youngin, bitch, we been them niggas
Since a youngin, bitch, we been them niggas


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A song expressing the frustration of a losing team or player, looking for support and acknowledgement that the game is over. [/INST]

Lyrics: I guess there ain't no nice way to tell you niggas it's game over, huh?
Pray for me


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A young man struggles to make ends meet in the streets, living a life of crime and violence. He dreams of having wealth and power, as he is inspired by hip-hop legends Christopher Wallace and 2Pac. He teams up with others, attempting to rise above the chaos and crime around him, seeking to become a true success. [/INST]

Lyrics: Hallucination of money, while nigga's stomach just rumble
Had to fuck with the Haitians and break a kilo to crumbles
Nigga livin' in rubble, but then I'm labelled a rebel
Any nigga wan' rumble, somebody hand me a shovel
Gotta silence the lambs, get on my Buffalo Bill
Steppin' off the Sonoma with the black duffle bag filled
Got a cute bitch with me, favor Kimora, for real
Got Meek Mill on the celly (Meek Milli) that nigga worth a few mil
I multiply what I manage, I manage to multiply
Witness real niggas fail, and watch you fuck niggas strive
Witness bitch niggas tell, Jabar just got twenty-five
At this point in my life, I'm just tryna survive
Homicide stay on my mind, Christopher Wallace of my time
R.I.P. to the legend, 2Pac Shakur with a nine
Makaveli returns, it's God forgives, and I don't
Resurrection of the real, time to get richer than Trump


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A young, ambitious individual, around 19 years old, is involved in the world of illegal drug dealing. He's trying to navigate this risky lifestyle and maintain his loyalty to his friends and fellow criminals. He expresses a determination to succeed and survive in this world, even if it means using violence. He's also showing a desire for wealth and power, a theme that is common in gangsta rap music. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm rollin' the dice, four, five, six
Young nigga, nineteen, four or five bricks
Prayin' on you niggas, sinners full of hate
God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate
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Tryna keep my head above water, nigga
We pirates out here, nigga, just trying to stay afloat
And I ride for my niggas


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Write a song about a wealthy individual who has made it big, using metaphorical language to describe their lifestyle and success. [/INST]

Lyrics: Fascination with fortune afford me mansion and Porsches
Panameras abortion, marijuana imported
Dreams of gettin' cream and never to be extorted
Seen so many things, be preposterous not to record it
Product is in demand, profit not far behind
Got on my mother pearl, she fuckin' up father time
Babies be havin' babies, I'm talkin' 'bout how I grind
Niggas thinkin' it's voodoo the way bricks be multiplyin'
Affiliated with wealth, associated with death
Self-made millionaire, snatch a triple beam off the shelf
Straight Grim Reaper, Air Jordans walkin' the streets
Blackberry boss, one call, ya put to sleep


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A young hustler, fresh in the game, has to make risky decisions to succeed in life, while reflecting on his past and present situations, and addressing the moral implications of his choices. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm rollin' the dice, four, five, six
Young nigga, nineteen, forty five bricks
Prayin' on you niggas, sinners full of hate
God forgives and I don't, only hustlers relate


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A frustrated individual expresses their faith in a higher power while also feeling betrayed by people in their life, emphasizing the need for tangible proof of their beliefs. [/INST]

Lyrics: The Lord is my light and my salvation
But I see none of you fuck niggas
Fuck what you heard, nigga
I need to feel it
I need to smell it
I need to see it


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A conversation with a young man who is hesitating to jump off a high place, revealing that he smokes crack. The conversation warns him about the negative effects of smoking crack, and insists that he should face the consequences of his actions. The speaker ultimately encourages him to just jump, but suggests to do it quickly if he really wants to kill himself. [/INST]

Lyrics: Go on jump
No I don't wanna jump
Yes you do. You smoke crack don't you? You smoke crack don't you?
Look at me boy, don't you smoke crack?
Yes, sir
You know what that does to you? Huh?
No, sir
It kills your brain cells son, it kills your brain cells! Now when you're destroying your brain cells you are doing the same thing as killing yourself, you are just doing it slower. I say if you wanna kill yourself don't fuck around with it, do it expeditiously. Now go on and jump! Jump!


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A confident and successful rapper expresses their disdain for those who disrespect or underestimate them, while also emphasizing their sexual prowess and dominance. [/INST]

Lyrics: I try to let you pussy niggas eat
It's time to put your pussy boys to sleep
Pussy niggas always wanna talk
I'm busy getting pussy like a fucking boss


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A rapper's story about overcoming challenges and gaining success, using metaphorical language and references to his past life in Florida. [/INST]

Lyrics: I smell a pussy from a block away
Lets shoot them pussies from a block away
They wanna see a nigga in a cage
Baby mama garnishing a nigga wage
I just went and got the Chevy sprayed
Pussy nigga wanna scratch a nigga paint
Pussy nigga wanna see you fall
Just know to bring them choppers when you see me call
I tried to let them pussy niggas eat
It's time to make you pussy boys extinct
I took a quarter Key to Polk county
All my central Florida nigga straight 'bout it
Broke down the brick I'm back in Bartow
Belle Glade box Chevy on my car phone
J-Ville I went and bought a condo
Back to the crib where I get it by the car load
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I started with a box Chevy
Then I got the blue Lexus
My bitch stay down with me
So now she got the new Lexus


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I went and got my bitch her very own salon [/INST]

Lyrics: I went and got my bitch her very own salon
Get her hair do everyday do the fuck she want
I started in a box Chevy
Now my watch a buck eighty
I heard the same pussy niggas hatin'
The killers comin stay patient
I made a killing milkin Okeechobee
I'm talkin millions with that okey dokey
Pop a molly now that bitch sweatin'
Or is it just a nigga necklace?
I tried to let you pussy niggas eat
I pray that all you pussy boys decease


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A rapper is boasting about his material success and his ability to take care of his woman while disregarding haters and focusing on his goals. [/INST]

Lyrics: I started with a box Chevy
Then I got the blue Lexus
My bitch stay down with me
So now she got the new Lexus
I try to let you pussy niggas eat
It's time to put your pussy boys to sleep
Pussy niggas always wanna talk
I'm busy getting pussy like a fucking boss
Maybach Music


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Describe the progression of someone's life, from humble beginnings to achieving success and gaining the support of their partner. [/INST]

Lyrics: I started with a box Chevy
Then I got the blue Lexus
My bitch stay down with me
So now she got the new Lexus


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Imagine a world where a drug dealer's dream has come true, with an endless supply of money and information at their fingertips. The song would describe the dizzying heights of their success, using precise and technical language to emphasize their control over people's finances. [/INST]

Lyrics: Please hold while I locate your information. Your checking account available balance is $92,153,183.28. This reflects the most current information available on your account


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Inspiration for a song expressing determination to stay focused on one's goals, seeking divine protection for the soul, and urging the listener to pay attention. [/INST]

Lyrics: This on everything I love
I done came too far to look back
Lord protect my soul, you heard me?
Check


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The song is a rap track that features a powerful verse about the rapper's life experiences and the people who have influenced them. The lyrics reference their background, tattoos, lifestyle, and the friends they have made throughout their journey. The song is meant to be a celebration of their hard work and dedication to the rap game, as well as a tribute to the friends who have supported them. [/INST]

Lyrics: Mighty Muhammad, son of Osama
Son of a bitch, one time for my momma
Tats on my back, tats on my face
Bitch I'm a don, can you relate?
It's never too late, my niggas, relate
Never would say, my niggas is saints
Know I'm a sinner, God give me my sentence
Labelled a hustler, look at my Benz
One time for Black, nigga, one time for Nut, nigga
One time for Gucci, nigga, one time for Cano, nigga
One time for Bizzle, nigga, these my realest niggas
One time for Trav, nigga, and all them dope dealers


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Describe the aftermath of a murder and the emotions surrounding the loss of a close friend, while reflecting on how their life could have been different if they were still alive. [/INST]

Lyrics: Murder, a mothafuckin' murder
No you didn't see it but I know you bitches heard it
Blood on the corner, damn I miss my dawg
I'm just thinkin' 'bout his daughter, in another life he ballin'


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A song discussing the concept of revenge in the face of injustice, with a focus on the cycle of violence and the difficulty in letting go of anger. [/INST]

Lyrics: God forgives, I don't
In other words, retaliation is a must!
Boom boom boom boom!


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Reflect on the struggles of living life at high speed, the importance of faith, and the worldly possessions that come with success, all while driving a luxury sports car. [/INST]

Lyrics: I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200


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Write a song about a person who has risen from humble beginnings to achieve success, and now enjoys the finer things in life, with a focus on material wealth and power. [/INST]

Lyrics: Fuck all these broke niggas cause all I do is ball
Ain't no more off days, my crib look like a mall
Fired the stylist, went and bought a big and tall
Niggas still schemin', but we slidin' on 'em all
I remember pickin' watermelons
Now the Porsche cost me a quarter million
If I die tonight I know I'm comin' back nigga
Reincarnated: big black fat nigga
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I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200


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Write a lyric about a luxurious lifestyle, references to personal achievements and wealth, and a confident attitude towards haters and competition. [/INST]

Lyrics: Fuck your investigation, study my elevation
Cherry red 911, straight to my destination
Mayweather got a fight, make me some reservations
Knew I flew private nigga, strapped with no hesitations
Gucci Pucci money long, he got 20 cars
Graduated from them blocks, now it's stocks and bonds
Hoes wanna know, hoes wanna show
They know a nigga's name, they know a nigga's strong, fuck with me


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A song about balancing faith and ambition, using religious imagery and references to wealth, violence, and fast cars. [/INST]

Lyrics: I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 200
Fuck your insinuation, work come from Venezuela
Love me some skinny bitches, fat boy just 'bout his paper
Hustle while niggas gossip, hatin', that switch the topic
Jump in my 911, 2 bricks in my compartment
She let me smell her pussy
I know you smell the money
Still smell the gunpowder
911: 100 miles and runnin'


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In a world where material possessions and wealth signify success, a person prays to God for survival and guidance, while also expressing their desires for luxury items and a fast car. [/INST]

Lyrics: I bow my head, I pray to God
Survival of the fittest: help me hold my chopper lord
If I die today, on the highway to heaven
Can I let my top down in my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
In my 911?
Financial fanatic, 40 bricks in my attic
400K in my baggage, 80 round automatic
You can't stop a bullet, this one for the money
Secret indictments, Porsche costs me 20


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A person suddenly experiences sudden, unexpected changes in their material possessions, such as their car and house, and their wealth, along with a reference to the famous magician David Copperfield and a popular music label, Maybach Music. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Poof!) There go the car (Poof!) There go the crib
(Poof!) A hundred mil (Whoop!) David Copperfield
(Huh!) David Copperfield
(M-M-Maybach Music) David Copperfield
(Poof!) There go the car (Poof!) There go the crib
(Poof!) A hundred mil (Whoop!) David Copperfield
(Huh!) David Copperfield
(M-M-Maybach Music) David Copperfield


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A young black man struggling against the world, feeling misunderstood and unwanted, yet still finding joy in life and a luxurious vehicle. [/INST]

Lyrics: Sometimes I be wanting to say, "Fuck the world!"
I don't give a fuck!
I'll shoot it out with all you bitches
Bitches don't love me
Young black nigga, nigga fighting the world, nigga
Everywhere you go, bitches throwing rocks, nigga
Man, a nigga in a Lamborghini


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A song about a young and charismatic individual who has seen a lot in their life, including the darker side of the streets and dealing with various challenges. They are known for their unique style and ability to flow with their words. They are confident and knowledgeable, with a penchant for luxury items and a talent for predicting the demise of their enemies. The song also touches on the idea of faith and belief in God. [/INST]

Lyrics: Seen a Cuban kilo, I was 15 (Huh)
Dealin' yayo, never had my teeth cleaned
Restricted license but I'm so divisive
I know the snipers and I flow the nicest (Woo)
Fresher than Groovey Lew at a Coogi shoot (Ahh)
A multiple weapons in my new Gucci boots
The bank account done caught the holy ghost (Huh)
I say the bank account done caught the holy ghost
Hot pastrami for my Jewish chicks
Eight days of Christmas, every day a newer gift
I'm Michael Jackson to the rich niggas
That leather jacket, baby, with the 6 zippers
Suicide, or rather crucified (Huh)
I prophesize your whole crew demise
Mutulu wife reside in Cuba, nigga
Shoot you, let you bleed out, it's how they do a nigga
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Huh! Huh!
You niggas don't believe in God
From this very moment, you should believe in God (Uh)


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Imagine a young man from a troubled background, finding success and reflecting on his past, present, and future, while sharing his experiences with friends, relationships, and personal goals. [/INST]

Lyrics: Half of my niggas headed to Attica
Either traffickin' or destined to be a janitor
Diabetes rampant in my blood line
That why fat boy be happy to see the sunshine
I'm here for results, baby, let's cut to chase
Sticky fingers and paper, D.A. will drop the case (Woo)
Art Basel with Lyor I blew 300 with 'em (Huh)
2 seaters for all the soldiers who runnin' with 'em (Ahh)
Ask 100 women, yeah they wanna hit 'em
I be half awake and still be runnin' in 'em (Woo)
Two new liter Sprite to get me through the night
Bowlin' alley in the basement but we still shootin' dice (haha)
Rich forever, killa take my old advice (Yeah)
Better yet, take my old bitches and mold 'em right (Talk)
And if I want her back, I come and take her back (Boss)
Santorini Greece, I put it on the map


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Imagine a world where people are able to defend themselves by organizing and following revolutionary principles. How would this empower individuals to stand up against oppressive forces, such as "pigs," and make them act in a desired manner? [/INST]

Lyrics: Do you know what we are going to do? We are going to defend ourselves because Huey P. Newton says that, "Power is the ability to define phenomena and make it act in a desired manner." Power is the ability to define phenomena and make it act in a desired manner. Power: if we have the ability to define it, the only next thing to do is get organized. So when a pig walks up to you, or when a pig gets to jiving with the people you be so organized you be learning some tactics, you be learning some revolutionary principles, you be having some guns hid out somewhere, you have some proper tactics that when the pig gets to jiving with you, the pig is wrong, you whip your guns out on him, blow him away, and then you have made the ability, in fact, you have made that pig act in a desired manner


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A carefree individual enjoying their time in a luxurious car, smoking a large marijuana cigarette and getting ready to tell a story. [/INST]

Lyrics: Smokin' a fat spliff in a brand new Benz
No I.D. on the track, let the story begin, begin
Hah, yeah


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Reminiscing on recent successes and acknowledging the challenges of being young, rich, and uneducated [/INST]

Lyrics: Last night I cried tears of joy
What did I do to deserve this?
Young rich motherfucker still uneducated
But dammit a nigga made it
Goddamn a nigga made it
Crib bigger than a church, Lord know I'm blessed
Five different lawyers, Lord know I’m stressed
A punch in the face get you 300K
Ask Vlad, now he back to makin' minimum wage
Another victim of my criminal ways
I wanna walk in the image of Christ
But that bitch Vivica nice
And I'm still swimmin' in ice
I'm just livin' my life
I'm just livin' my life
Lease a Lamborghini for your pussy rate
Life is just a pussy race
Snatch a bitch take her back to your place
Next morning I can tell you how the pussy taste
I got expensive taste
Goodbye, to all the loved ones I leave behind
At least they can't see me cry
And I ask, when someone wants to be me, whyyyy
Thought havin' everything would ease my mind
If you could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred, I have tattoo tears of joy


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Imagine a lyricist reflecting on the progress and struggle of their community while acknowledging historical moments, such as the story of Emmett Till, and expressing their resilience and determination to succeed. [/INST]

Lyrics: Last night I cried tears of joy
What did we do to deserve this?
Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real
I gotta represent for Emmett Till
All the dead souls in the field
Lookin at my Rollie it's about that time
White man had a problem with mine
And we suppose to be shy?
The revolution's televised
Bobby still on the rise


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A person is leaving their loved ones, feeling emotional and is struggling with the thought of someone taking over their life. They worry that they may not be able to handle this change and express their fears through a poetic and emotional song. [/INST]

Lyrics: Goodbye, to all the loved ones I leave behind
At least they can't see me cry
And I ask, when someone wants to be me, whyyyy
Thought havin' everything would ease my mind
If you could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred, I have tattoo tears of joy


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Imagine a song about a person wearing an ankle monitor and being constantly bothered by its beeping sound, which ultimately leads to them wanting to escape their current situation and enjoy life. [/INST]

Lyrics: Beep, beep
I'm sittin' at the red light
My ankle monitor beepin'
Hadn't been charged (fuck that)
I think I see the people (let's bounce, man)
Mmm, bounce (Maybach Music)


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A rapper describing the trappings of their lavish lifestyle, with focus on their recent purchase of a luxury vehicle and their reputation as a "brown bag legend," known for always having cash on hand. [/INST]

Lyrics: I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
Brown bag legend when it's all cash
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap


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Write a lyric that showcases a confident and successful rapper's lifestyle, highlighting their unique personality and successes, while also addressing the broader societal issues. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, Wale though, uh, uh
I ain't nothin' like the trap niggas, Goyard backpack nigga
Uber crates 'til the Feds pull up, woo woo, cataracts, nigga
I'm the type, holla at the wife, her body yours, but her soul is mine
Adios, do 120, all she want is good dick and advice
Wraith, scrappin' my tires, Jameson 'til I'm fried
Famous here but I'm humble, Double M the Empire (M-M-Maybach Music)
Renzel got me all day, I'm Kyrie, he LeBron James
Tired niggas say Folarin ain't top, I been SportsCenter erryday
I ain't nothin' like them trap guys, I mean I kinda do bag dimes
I kinda never do back down, leave a nigga high via rap lines
Get a beat, leave it baptized, mob ties, but it's black lives
Black lives, nigga, trap lives, gimme five on the black side


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A song about a bold and flashy character who loves to celebrate their success by driving around with their car's roof off at red lights, with a strong emphasis on the word "trap," and who is known as a brown bag legend due to their affinity for cash. [/INST]

Lyrics: I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
I took my roof off at the red light
Roof off at the red light
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap
Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh, sheesh
Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash
Brown bag legend when it's all cash (Stop talking)
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap (Jeffery)
Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap (Yeah)


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A rap song featuring references to wealth, luxury, and anonymity, with lyrics describing the lavish lifestyle and high-end items that come with it. [/INST]

Lyrics: We get ghost, you already know what it is
Money stuffed in my bag
Maybach shit
Cameras in the ceiling, Céline on my arm


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In a world where the lines between reality and fantasy blur, imagine a scene where bright lights and dark corners symbolize the journey of life. A group of individuals, including Wyclef, navigate through challenges and find themselves in situations of wealth and luxury, while others face dire consequences. The protagonist seeks solace and a sense of belonging, while reflecting on the fragile nature of life, the pursuit of success, and the importance of cherishing the moment. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bright lights and dark corners as night embark on us
Refugees runnin' wild, Wyclef with a SIG Sauer
Nothin' to lose, I was starvin' from the start
Now the same cat drivin' Jaguars
Open fire when you see me yell out and make em whisper
The club that I'm a member, they'll be gone by November
Keys to the city got killers who slither with me
Lamborghini, middle of the ghetto, smoke a fat fifty
Billionaire bid, wrists on chill
Standin' in the field of dreams, tryna see a hundred mil
These boys goin' blind they just happy bein' free
In a world of so many I just wanted me a ki'
Sheesh! I just wanted me a piece
Slice of cheesecake before my niggas all deceased
These boys snort lines, I'm fine just sippin' wine
Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind


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A powerful drug lord named Berry Gordy is reigning over his territory, known for being generous and providing resources for his children. He is fearless, respected, and highly strategic, with a sense of justice and the rules of the streets ingrained in him. He's not an easy target and expects proper greetings when dealing with others, as he has important business to handle. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm Berry Gordy to the streets
With a kilo, so that boy had been a beast
I wanna be there when each one of my kids born
Royal blood, hundred acres each to live on
Real nigga to the day that I'm deceased
Even then I pray I'm livin' through these beats
Dope boy, you can tell by my sneaks
Burnin' Amsterdam green where it falls like a leaf
I'm speakin' on unwritten laws, the code of the streets
I'm not the type of nigga that you bump into at a 7-11 and just pull your pistol on him
And do what the fuck you want to do
Niggas like me, you gotta get permission homie
And that could take a long time!
In that time, I'mma handle my motherfuckin' business..
Ugh! Ugh!
It's the red light district, nigga this Amsterdam
Wherever the fuck I'm at
It's a no go
We green light you bitch niggas
Rozay


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Reflecting on the complexity of human nature, forgiveness, and the challenges faced in the modern world. [/INST]

Lyrics: God forgives, He's so honorable
But livin' amongst thieves and niggas like myself
You will not have that luxury


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I write lyrics about supporting friends in tough times, hustling and staying loyal, referencing iconic rappers and styles, and mentioning valuable items and religious significance. I also want to express my appreciation for the impact my music has on others and the hope for a better future. [/INST]

Lyrics: I do this for my niggas facin' hard times
Can't be on them corners if you hustlin' part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, comin' from the Pharcyde
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick to quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces


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Write a song about a person who has experienced difficult times in their life, including violence and loss, but is now working hard to achieve their goals and find purpose. [/INST]

Lyrics: Xolaal sama guys, dundu ben yoon la
Dangay dundu sa dundu, gemm Yalla
Ligeey, xalis, gnax, amoul nelaw, gnafè
Sa life yako dugal, ken du ko jappale
Yow ya ray sa bopp ba dee. Moy loolu
Mi historia es complicada, pero al final del dia valio la pena, porque ahora estoy trabajando con el jefe
Yo vivi en Colombia y vivi muchas cosas, me entiende?
Vi muertes...vi muertes...vi cuerpos en las calles, sangrando despues del colegio, con 12, 13 años viendo estas cosas en la calle
Y siempre queria venir para aqui otra vez, y me vine, y trabaje porque tenia otra mentalidad. Y cuando llegue aca entendi mi proposito: hacer dinero, ser rico para siempre
Dios perdona, yo no


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A song about achieving success and embracing the journey, featuring various artists and showcasing the power of collaboration. [/INST]

Lyrics: Walk with a real nigga
Self-made millionaire (M-M-M-Maybach Music)
What more could you ask for, huh?


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A boastful rapper talks about their luxurious lifestyle, connections, and success, including expensive cars, wealth, and influence in the streets. They also mention a female companion and some drug references. [/INST]

Lyrics: Anything you need, know I get it cheap (Hah)
My nigga Rozay make millions while he getting sleep (Hah)
Cars European, come and see the fleet (Hah)
We're commercial, come and see us if you need the street (Hah)
I'ma bring it home nigga, bet the bank (Hah)
Sierra Leone all up in the link (Bling)
'Bout to double up, Mason Betha shit (Hah)
Huddle up, round table, King Arthur shit (Arthur shit)
Shorty ass fat, she can't stand straight (Hah)
Spent your down payment on my landscape
Niggas sideways like the Phantom door
Hundred round drum sound like round of applause (Blrrt!)
Slicker than a can of grease
Paid the state in the ice, hundred grand a piece
Coke Boy, I'll be thirty for sure now
Coke damn near same price as dope now (Hah)


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A person is trying to leave their old life behind and focus on their career or ambitions, but they find everything in their life has become a reminder of their past, symbolized by birds taking the place of their belongings. [/INST]

Lyrics: No clothes in the closet, it's all birds (Hah)
No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds (Hah)
No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds (Hah)
And I ain't going back, I'ma ball first (Hah)
No clothes in the closet, it's all birds (Hah)
No sneakers in the sneaker box, it's all birds (Hah)
No luggage in the trunk, man, it's all birds (Hah)
And I ain't going back, I'ma ball first
M-M-Maybach Music


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A rapper boasting about their success, cleanliness, and unique style, while addressing their luxurious lifestyle, the women they attract, and the importance of being "too legit to quit. [/INST]

Lyrics: My gun dirty, my brick clean
I'm ridin' dirty, my dick clean
She talk dirty, but her mouth clean
Bitch, I'm MC Hammer, I'm about cream
I got 30 cars, whole lot of dancers
I take them everywhere, I'm MC Hammer
Started sellin' dope, I'm too legit to quit
When it's hammer time, I'm pullin' out the stick


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A confident rapper describes their rise in the industry, emphasizing loyalty and wealth, while also talking about their expensive possessions and interactions with the police and music executives. [/INST]

Lyrics: I just upped my stock, fuck them cops
If you love hip-hop bust them shots
Your man is priceless, if your man's loyal
Better give that man a raise or end up paying for it
If you cut it, call it Jam Master Jay
No Adidas but I rock a brick a day
Talk about the jewels outta nigga reach
Nigga please, so I came back with a bigger piece
You still smokin' weed on your car chase
I'm pullin' off the car lot screaming: "God’s great!"
Before the crib you gotta clear the guard's gate
Elevators like Frank's on Scarface
New Presidential had that pavé
Like a G, I gave the Cartier to Wale
Then I gave Meek Mill a Range Rover
Told Warner Brothers that the game's over


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A young black executive overcomes challenges in his life, rises to fame and fortune, while maintaining connections with his past and family. He faces adversity and threats, but ultimately becomes successful, with aspirations for even greater achievements. [/INST]

Lyrics: For me to move forward from here on I need 50
I ain't talking 50 Cent neither nigga, haha
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I came back a rich nigga
Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter
They want me face down on the pavement
Gang members claimin' I need to make a payment
It's hard for a young black executive
Can't you see we're all fucking relatives
Relatively easy we can go to war
Fuck it, we can go to war
Chasing me a hundred million, that's inshallah
Fresh up out the Feds system, welcome home Jabar
I watch him pray five times a day, nigga
Same one that used to moved the yay' nigga
AK's in his heyday, nigga
Benz coupe, wood frames, low fade, nigga
Got the cubans, got the boats, got the zoes, nigga
Cocaine worth much more than gold, nigga
So what's your goals, nigga?
All my shit went gold, nigga


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A rapper reflects on their past, talking about how they used to smoke mid-grade and get involved in illegal activities to survive. They eventually escaped that life, using their experiences to create music and become successful. The rapper expresses gratitude for the life they have now and their determination to rise above their past. [/INST]

Lyrics: I remember smokin' mid grade
'Til I went and got my shit straight
I'm spittin' like this bitch a mixtape
'Til they seen a Ghost with a temp plate
Sittin' in the trap blowing thick smoke
Trafficking my dope, with a thick ho
Feds tore apart the squad, nigga
That's why I had to play the part, nigga
That wasn't me, it was a job, nigga
It gets deeper, that was just a start, nigga
Screamin' in my sleep, I know Lord hear me
Death to you fuckboys, on my 4th Bentley
Gangsta, nigga
Rich is gangsta, nigga
This is gangsta, nigga
Yeah, rich is gangsta, nigga
You know where we came from
Look where we at


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A person reminiscing about their past experiences, specifically about the streets they used to run and the people they wanted to see by their side during that time. [/INST]

Lyrics: This not a mind game
But we can play them, too
Still running the streets, cause I wanted to eat
Cause I wanted to eat, cause I wanted to eat
But she who I wanted to see
Who I wanted to see, who I wanted with me


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A young, ambitious couple, determined to conquer the world together with their strong bond and unconditional love for each other. [/INST]

Lyrics: Me against the world, me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl, me and my baby girl
Double R, me and you, taking over the world
Taking over the world, taking over the world


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A confident and successful man describes his ideal companion, someone who matches his vibe and appreciates the finer things in life, while they bond over their shared experiences and non-competitive approach to life. [/INST]

Lyrics: Going hard was a given; the chance I wasn't given
Til I pulled right beside her, she was sitting in the Civic
Man, you was just who I was looking for
Top down, you could never overlook a boy
Big buckets, magnum bottles of that rose
On my R. Kelly, girl I'm bout that foreplay
Slow it down, speed it up, I'm just being me
Panamera here's the keys, thats just the G in me
Got a crib on the water, need a bathing suit
Bond that we share so unbreakable
Here's a toast to the baddest chick in the room
This is not a mind game, but we could play them, too
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You don't have to play mind games
Just tell me what's yours is mine
Even when you're far away
You come back to me every time
It's just me and my babe at the end of the day
We ain't gotta play no mind games
Mine games


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A rapper rapping about his commitment to his girlfriend, their life together, and the challenges they face, including dealing with the pressures of money and the dangers of substance abuse, but ultimately staying strong and focused on their love. [/INST]

Lyrics: All-black double R, me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl, me and my baby girl
You know I'm on the grind so I miss you at times
All on my mind as I'm scribbling lines
I put the weed out, cause it play with my head
Turning money down, we just laying in bed
She blowing money wild, bundles of bread
Times are priceless, it can go to your head
I think my mind blown, I barely feel my feet
I'mma hold my head high even in defeat
It's not a mind game so don't even think
Even if it was, it'd be over 'fore you blinked


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Describe a loving partnership where trust and transparency are key, and the couple's bond is so strong that they can overcome any obstacle, including mind games and external challenges. [/INST]

Lyrics: You don't have to play mind games
Just tell me what's yours is mine
Even when you're far away
You come back to me every time
It's just me and my babe at the end of the day
We ain't gotta play no mind games
Mine games
The sky is the limit
Let's take over the world and everything in it
Me and my baby gonna ride to the finish, down from beginning
Ooh what a feeling, ooh what a feeling


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A father declaring his unwavering loyalty and love for his daughter, who is his partner in a world-conquering duo. [/INST]

Lyrics: Me against the world, me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl, me and my baby girl
Double R, me and you, taking over the world
Taking over the world, taking over the world


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Write a song about trust and the feeling of ownership in a relationship, where one person feels so connected to their partner that they consider them as their own, even when they are apart. [/INST]

Lyrics: You don't have to play mind games
Just tell me what's yours is mine
Even when you're far away
You come back to me every time
It's just me and my babe at the end of the day
We ain't gotta play no mind games
Mine games


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A father expresses his love and support for his daughter as they embark on a journey together, overcoming challenges and achieving greatness. [/INST]

Lyrics: Me against the world, me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl, me and my baby girl
Double R, me and you, taking over the world
Taking over the world, taking over the world


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What if you could express your priorities and loyalty to material possessions and wealth, while also expressing disdain for those who only take selfies and do not have the same ambitions? [/INST]

Lyrics: The day you decide to get you some money
Nigga fuck your friends
Ain't no friends we ain't even on that
All these niggas taking Instagrams, selfies
Point me to the money
Point me to the money
Business, big business
Maybach business
If you ain't with it I don't fuck with you


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A young man shares his life experiences and reflects on the choices he's made, including maintaining his loyalty to a brother who made mistakes, holding on to his possessions, and seeking success in the same way the sun shines during the summertime. [/INST]

Lyrics: You ain't gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money
Keep it real with me nigga and you won't be disappointed
My brother caught a L and I still write him every month
He told me sell his guns and I still got 'em in the trunk
I wonder why, I wonder why
I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
I wanna shine just like the summertime
They say them folk gave him a heap of time


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A song about a young man struggling with fame, his past, and the people around him, reflecting on his experiences and questioning the impact of his lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: Nappy-headed nigga, pocket full of crack rock
Nineteen, living like a fucking rap star
Watching from my point you thought it was a fucking film
One day he buy the car, next day the fucking rims
Curly-headed bitches, tall and they slim
They know him as the myth but see I know it's him
Never testify, I seen it in his eye
Attempted murder on his life in that 360i
With my two eyes
Two different pistols
One with registered and one to get your issue
I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
All this fame and fortune leave you traumatized
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You ain't gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money
Keep it real with me nigga and you won't be disappointed
My brother caught a L and I still write him every month
He told me sell his guns and I still got 'em in the trunk
I wonder why, I wonder why
I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
I wanna shine just like the summertime
They say them folk gave him a heap of time


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A person feeling threatened by a racially biased individual, emphasizing the importance of self-defense and standing up for oneself. [/INST]

Lyrics: Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Stand your ground, stand your ground
Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground


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A person talks about their experiences with hustling, facing enemies, and standing up for themselves, all while wearing a hoodie and wielding a Desert Eagle. [/INST]

Lyrics: Got on my hoodie and my motherfucking Desert Eagle
You wanna do me, then you go and tell the people
Knock me down, temp drops as the sun rise
I could see a hustler in my son's eyes
I never knew that money bring so many enemies
Dreams come true, they dream of killing me
But it's fuck 'em and I feed 'em fish
Them killers coming, 'X' you off the list
Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Now I'm being followed by some creepy-ass cracker
Stand your ground, stand your ground
Stand your ground, you gotta stand your ground


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Write a song expressing frustration with the unjust consequences some people face in life while emphasizing the importance of staying true to oneself and maintaining strong connections with family. [/INST]

Lyrics: You ain't gotta hold my hand, and point me to the money
Keep it real with me nigga and you won't be disappointed
My brother caught a L and I still write him every month
He told me sell his guns and I still got 'em in the trunk
I wonder why, I wonder why
I wonder why, sometimes I wonder why
I wanna shine just like the summertime
They say them folk gave him a heap of time
(Okay, they're having trouble hearing you, so take your time)
Creepy-ass cracka
And then he said
(And he's still following him?)
Yes...


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A young man rapping about his dedication to making money and rising in the ranks of his community, specifically referencing the Miami area. [/INST]

Lyrics: Aye, call lil homie to the stage
The one got that color money
Trappin' for the color money
Make it happen for the color money
305, nigga
You know what it is


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A song about the pursuit of wealth, material possessions, and the importance of "color money" in the modern world, reflecting the desire to acquire wealth and status. [/INST]

Lyrics: If you wanna get a block, then you should see the man
Diamonds all through the watch and you should see the band
Bottles in the club got me screaming, "Color money"
Got her selling pussy for the love of the money
Indictments coming and I really think they coming for me
In the box Chevy, pussy nigga gunning for me
Catch a flight to Paris, time to get some other money
You still alive 'cause you niggas still running from me
Get it down even if a nigga momma know me
Put it down quarter key in every category
If you real, all we kill for is color money
Fuck where you from, 'cause all we deal with is color money
I got a duffle bag that I wanna shop with
Or get another double R to cut the top with
Or hit the booty club and go and get some pussy wit
I might buy a bitch a Benz if I'm pussy whipped
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Color money
Color money


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In this song, the lyrics describe a confident, wealthy individual who is involved in the world of blackjack, drugs, and promiscuous relationships. They have a group of friends, including a successful musician, and are in control of their own destiny. They also mention Miami gun laws, the music industry, and confrontations. The individual is not afraid to take risks and is focused on their success and survival. The song has a sense of danger and excitement, while the protagonist challenges others and demands respect. [/INST]

Lyrics: Blackjack, black bottles with the black cards
Only nigga that you know with two NASCARs
Sell a lot of record but I make a brick jump
Make her sign a prenup just to get my dick sucked
Color money got your bitch out on a world tour
My lil homie made a million on his girl tour
We back to back and down to whack a nigga unborn
Miami niggas got 'em changing all the gun laws
So run Forrest, got some shooters and they dying too
I got more money than that pussy that you’re signed to
Survive, who call this a color money conversation
A hundred stacks will cover everything I’m contemplating
Full confrontation, home invasion for the quarter key
Them cheap ass condos ain't the safest place you want to be
Call him a C.O. but you better not go call police
So when I see you, I’mma give you what you wanna see
You wanna see?


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In this song, the artist describes their experience of handling "color money" and the challenges they face in their life, while also addressing the expectations and attitudes of others in the music industry. The song conveys the importance of loyalty and cautions against those who may betray their trust. [/INST]

Lyrics: Color money
Color money
Uh, pussy nigga
Rob a nigga close to me, you better bring it back
Until the day we even steven, tell you bring it back
Red rubies on they can't believe a nigga rap
Color money still feed niggas in the trap
They got the Rolie with the red face
The red ring nigga looking like a fed case
Fuck all these rappers, real talk, 'cause I ain't fucking with 'em
Double M, we balling way harder than Puff and them
It ain't no love loss, I only see one boss
You looking at him when they got the guns going off
And all the bitches on the staff and they get a check
So bust it open, never test a nigga intellect


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A group of friends express their loyalty and desires for luxury items during the holiday season, emphasizing the importance of their D-Boy lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ugh! D-Boys be the livest
D-Boys be the livest, D-Boys be the livest
All I want for Christmas is my Pyrex
All I want for Christmas is my Pyrex


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Write a song about the glamour of selling drugs and the street life, using the imagery of shiny, expensive jewelry to represent the high quality and value of the product. [/INST]

Lyrics: My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
Nineteen for the whole thang
Walk up out the trap nigga it's bling bling
My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
Nineteen for the whole thang
Walk up out the trap nigga it's bling bling


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A rapper reflects on their past life of crime, while talking about their current financial success and living extravagantly. They challenge their rivals to try to catch them and boast about their shiny drugs and luxurious lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm back to trappin' like I'm 'posed to, nigga
Them crackers wanna see me on a wanted poster, nigga
Chasin' my money like I'm Oprah, nigga
From Dade County now mansions in Boca, nigga
Now bring that drama that you spoke of, nigga
Ain't no water drippin' out this super soaker, nigga
Go cash a check just like a dolphin, nigga
Chopper City all up out your office, nigga
Study your plays in my office, nigga
A pound of haze'll make a gangsta off a nigga
You wanna live? Make an offer nigga
Club LIV is your coffin nigga
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My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
Nineteen for the whole thang
Walk up out the trap nigga it's bling bling


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A boastful rapper brags about the lavish lifestyle he lives, including acquiring expensive jewelry and being involved in criminal activities. He also refers to a violent home invasion scenario in which he and his friends forcefully enter someone's home, causing fear and panic. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm whippin' cake up like I'm Jacob, nigga
Hundred eighty for the bracelet and they hate it, nigga
I had to have 'em custom make it, nigga
You have to gun me down before you take it, nigga
You know we roll up like Jamaican niggas
No marijuana, talkin' bout killin' these hatin' niggas
The time is now fuck all the waitin', nigga
I can't hold back all these Haitian niggas
You know they talkin' home invasion, nigga
Seein' your daughter scream can be very persuasive, nigga
First question, "Where the safe at, nigga?"
All in your woman face fuck up her makeup nigga


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In a drug-infused world, a young ambitious hustler boasts about their expensive drugs, impressive wealth, and dangerous lifestyle, with a focus on their shiny, valuable product and their reputation for violence. [/INST]

Lyrics: My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
Nineteen for the whole thang
Walk up out the trap nigga it's bling bling
I'm watching me a kilo break up, nigga
Snort a line of this I bet you wake up, nigga
Dead presidents all on my body, nigga
For dinero, ocho cinco, catch me a body nigga
Teflon Don, John Gotti nigga
God forgives and I don't, my chopper hit the lotto nigga
My chopper hit the lotto nigga
Keepin' it real my ch-ch- chopped a lot of niggas
I paid my dues, dudes get ya done
I paid my fool, here come that murder one
I think it's time you niggas recognize
Worth fifty million so fuck the other side
My nigga you know your chopper's cold
On the other hand my ch-chopper's old
All the little head busters swingin' now
And I buy 'em all cars off of my yella diamonds


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A song about a drug dealer boasting about the quality of their product and the wealth it brings, using the imagery of expensive jewelry. [/INST]

Lyrics: My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds
Nineteen for the whole thang
Walk up out the trap nigga it's bling bling


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Discussing the value of material possessions and priorities in life, especially as one grows older and becomes a parent. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bill: Look at this stuff, this is history here...you're history
Mike: This is garbage...I can say I bled for garbage
Bill: So this is meaningless...
Mike: No, at one time it meant a lot. When you're just a young kid this is everything to you, then you realize your priorities change. And you just want your children to be happy and do nice things and that makes you happy. This is nothing. This is just nothing man...


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Write a song reflecting on personal flaws and struggles, acknowledging the imperfections of the self, and expressing a need for understanding from others. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ugh, God Forgives and I Don't
That's one of my many emotions, that's one of my many flaws
I am flawed, it may not seem that way but I am
So don't play with me


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A rapper expressing confidence in his ability to attract a woman, boasting about the success of their song and referencing their previous hit. [/INST]

Lyrics: This the flyest shit ever
This that Rich Forever part two
Uh, uh


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Reflect on your journey from humble beginnings to achieving fame and fortune, surrounded by luxury and the paparazzi, while staying true to who you are and facing legal challenges along the way. [/INST]

Lyrics: Layin' in my bed, I'm under these gold chandeliers
Can't say too many names in here these kinda years
Nice sweaters and these icy diamonds on my wrist
Ice Cube lookin' nigga, you know life a bitch
I once got no allowance, now I got the crown
I said I was The Boss, nobody made a sound
Really had to see them things, this level story tellin'
Who else could flip a chorus into forty million?
Out in Cannes with Leonardo DiCaprio
While out on bond, pray I go to trial rapido
Eight felonies, tellin' me wanna give me life
Every nut I bust, really I gotta do it twice
Ricky Ronaldo, really when I'm in Portugal
I pull a yacht out, this weekend, I'm fuckin' so-and-so
Cameras flash, paparazzi layin' in the grass
Tom Brady my new neighbor, you can tell 'em that


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A confident man is expressing his attraction to a woman, claiming that she's never met anyone like him, and showing his belief that he might be more interesting to her than her current partner. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Ooh) Uh, I think she like me
Oh, I think she like me
I know her nigga don't like me
With your bitch right now, yeah, I might be (Ooh)
Sippin' this right now, yeah, we might be (Ooh, ooh)
Might hit her from the back, let her ride me (Ooh, ooh)
Girl, you'll never meet another nigga like me (Ooh, ooh)
Girl, you'll never meet another man like me
Maybach Music


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A song about a rapper named Ricky Racks who is part of the YSL (Young Stoner Life) crew, expressing their loyalty and admiration for their friend Yung Shad, who has killed the track they are featured on. The song also contains a diss against their competition, with a humorous and aggressive tone. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ricky Racks, I see you!
Thugger!
YSL for life, bitch
Yeah fuck you, your momma and everything else
Yung Shad, you killed this track
Free the GOAT!


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A fun, upbeat song about celebrating friendship, confidence, and living life to the fullest, with references to fashion, money, and Texas. [/INST]

Lyrics: That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
I'm gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me
And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek
Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
Hey-yeah! Yeah


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A song about the singer's recent expensive day, cutting back on a habit, and their various antics. [/INST]

Lyrics: Let me tell you how I spent a couple hundreds today
I done cut back on that lean, I'm on that Hen' and D'ussé
Don't do no talkin', when you see him, you better shoot in his face
I got a hundred bitches that can't wait to replace
Michael Jackson, nigga, Thugger Jackson moon walkin'
The S.L.I.M.E. army tool shoppin'
Me a horny goat, I'm boolin' at the bull stop
No I can't get arrested 'cause I'm talkin' 'bout my necklace
I'ma put that bitch in the buck, I'm a dog, let's get stuck
My lil' sister Dora, eat them Lucky Charms and give me luck
Waddup cuz? Here yo cup, call my Bloods, bring my bup
Your crew suck, don't got bucks, these ain't drugs, nigga


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Write a song that describes a close friendship and highlights a confident, fashionable friend from Texas. [/INST]

Lyrics: That's my best friend, that's my best friend, flexin'
Big ol' booty bitch missus from Texas, what's next is
I'm gon' skeet off, lil' nigga come catch me, catch me
And that's my bestie, my bestie, my best friend, go best friend
Nigga livin' TTG and everything is still on fleek
Bad bitch rollin' wit' me, she gon' smile 'cause she on fleek
Hundred thousand dollars inside my pants, my shit on fleek
Hey-yeah!


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A catchy, upbeat song about a carefree night out with friends, filled with excitement and energy. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, woah
Woah, woah
Oh
(You good, T-Minus?)
Oh


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A song about meeting a friend at The London for a race and discussing unresolved matters, despite not receiving a reply from the friend. [/INST]

Lyrics: Me-meet me at The London
If you find time, we can run one
Talk about some things we can't undo
You just send the pin, I can find you
6'1", on the money, 9'2"
You just say the word and I'll run through
Two texts, no reply, that's when I knew
I knew, I knew, yeah, I knew


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In this song, the artist expresses their rise to success and the recognition they receive in their community, while also referencing the importance of staying true to themselves. [/INST]

Lyrics: I, crash down, we get money (Hey)
For the full town (Woah, when you won't play, I)
I decided, for the full side (Hoes will say)
And they know, I might (And fly, I...)
Get down, might (Don't play)
See the whole town every time, I... (Oh, every day)
Yeah, they know what's up (Folks will say)


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A rapper brags about his success and lifestyle, mentioning the visual aspects of his wealth and his ability to spot fake people. [/INST]

Lyrics: I can see that bullshit from a mile away (See it)
You can stack my money 'bout a mile away (Stack it)
I got three white bitches like it's powder day (White)
Mink coat with the rolls like a Shar Pei
And all of my bitches sexy, call them Barbies (Sexy)
She lookin' back like I'm flexin', baby, no way (Uh-uh)
And lately, I been on that D'usse, yee
(We got London on the track)


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Reflecting on a recent financial success, the singer boasts about having money on their mind and in their pants, referencing various amounts and alluding to a famous celebrity's lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: Got me a check, I got a check
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh, sheesh)
Yeah, I done got me a check, I got a check (Sheesh)
Yeah, I done got me a check, oh, got a check (Yeah, yeah-yeah!)
Money on my mind, I got money on my brain
Money in my pants, I got money I call change
20, 50, 100, 500 millions made
Big hunna Thugga, screamin' free that Gucci Mane


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Rap about the excitement and consequences of obtaining wealth, power, and the lifestyle that comes with it, while addressing those who may disrespect or underestimate you. [/INST]

Lyrics: First you get that money, then you get that power
If he tune his nose up, boy, he on that powder
Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers
Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser
Bitch, I make it rain-shower, ya dig that?
They won't know a thing about you if you zip that
Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back
Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (Sheesh, sheesh)


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Write a song about living a lavish lifestyle, enjoying material possessions, and having a rebellious attitude. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bitch, I dig it, I eat ice cream with my chickens
Bitch, I'm rich just like a Simmons, not Lil Diggy (Real Simmons)
If I got legs, bitch you know I'm gonna get it
She got good head, so she welcome to my Bentley
Big bid-ness in that big Bentley, Bentley (What? What?)
Ridin' 'round with that semi, 'cause I know these niggas envy (Hah)
Is you mad 'bout Instagram or how I kick my pimpin'? (Pimp)
You keep that Ace of Spades, I'm sippin'
I'm a rocket, rocket, I can't stop it, stop it
I'm a GTV, boy, bitch, I'm poppin', poppin'
I need coke, need coke like, "Where the fuck is papi?"
If you try to run off (What?), you know we popped your noggin
(Pop-pop)


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Create a song that discusses the power and lifestyle that comes with having wealth, along with the importance of keeping secrets and maintaining a strong presence. [/INST]

Lyrics: First, you get that money, then you get that power
If he tune his nose up, boy, he on that powder
Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers
Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser
Bitch, I make it rain-shower, ya dig that?
They won't know a thing about you if you zip that
Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back
Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (Sheesh, sheesh)


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A rapper compares their skills to those of a hundred bands, their speed to Sonic the Hedgehog, and their loyalty to their friends and the brand True Religion. They also boast about their money stack and their ability to quickly handle a situation, with a sense of humor and confidence in their freshness. [/INST]

Lyrics: Hundred bands, hundred bands dropped on the head of any nigga want it, man (Woo)
Pop me a xanny, I'm fast, I'm so fast, I'm so faster than Sonic, man (Woo)
True the man, true the man, true to my nigga True Religion Buddha man (Woo)
My money stack tall as Ludacris afro and I swear I'ma shoot with that (Woo)
I just hit for nine birds, what I'ma do with that?
Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that (Ooh)
I'm so fresh like dish detergent, if you not fresh, you so through with that (So fresh)
If you are a nerd, everything here, you not cool with that


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A mysterious crew arrives in a stylish vehicle, clad in black attire, and begins conducting shady business. They are influenced by the actions of previous generations, and are involved in transporting and handling money. The lyrics emphasize their nonchalance towards the material wealth they possess, and the song takes a playful, boastful tone. [/INST]

Lyrics: Pull up, hop out the block, they tuck in they tail, I go, "Who the clan?" (Cacaw, cacaw)
We dressed in all-black, I'm always on the road just like a Uber man (I'm textin')
We wrappin' and sendin' them packs, soon as they land, we movin' 'em (Wrapped, shipped)
Blame it on the OGs, they influenced me (I'm ridin' with felons)
Ain't gonna count money, nigga (Uh-uh, nah)
I ain't just met money, nigga (Ain't just met money, nigga)
I put lipstick on the 'Rari, she say that's delicious (Skrr-skrr-skrr-skrr)
Who that is in that Crown Vic? He look suspicious (Oh, him, shh)
I just jugged a hundred pounds, I made a…


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A confident rapper is describing their success, speed, loyalty, and freshness, while also referencing popular brands, drugs, and their impact on others' perception of their coolness. [/INST]

Lyrics: Hundred bands, hundred bands dropped on the head of any nigga want it, man (Woo, woo)
Pop me a xanny, I'm fast, I'm so fast, I'm so faster than Sonic, man (Woo, woo)
True the man, true the man, true to my nigga True Religion Buddha man (Sheesh, woo)
My money stack tall as Ludacris afro and I swear I'ma shoot with that (Yeah, sheesh, sheesh)
I just hit for nine birds, what I'ma do with that? (Hey)
Pull up on the curb, then you hop out and be through with that (Skrrt-skrrt)
I'm so fresh like dish detergent, if you not fresh, you so through with that (Fresh)
If you are a nerd, everything here, you not cool with that
Yeah, you not cool with that
No, you not cool with that
No, you not cool with that
Yeah


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A hip-hop artist discusses their productivity and upcoming projects, highlighting their dedication to the craft and ability to juggle multiple projects at once. [/INST]

Lyrics: I got somethin' for you lookin'-ass niggas
Week and a half, I'ma be in that ass... pause
It's like I'm working on an album and a mixtape at the same motherfucking time!


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A song about a man who loves a woman so much that he is willing to save her from a dangerous situation, and would even ask his partner for help before making a move on her mother. Additionally, he plans to introduce a party drug to the two women to help them bond. [/INST]

Lyrics: Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'ma save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'ma call my partner 'fore I fuck her mother
I pass them a molly, now they kiss each other


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A song about the lavish lifestyle of someone who enjoys multiple partners, indulging in drugs, and living a life of excess. [/INST]

Lyrics: Every time I fuck I gotta hit me least like two bitches
For that dope he whipped, you need a new wrists
Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets


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Describe a situation where a person is always expected to sleep with multiple partners, engages in a risky behavior, and has a luxurious lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: Every time I fuck I gotta hit me least like two bitches
For that dope he whipped, you need a new wrists
Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets


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A song that emphasizes someone's escape from a sweltering and uncomfortable situation, using repetitive and energetic language to convey the urgency of their departure. [/INST]

Lyrics: Wheezy outta here
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot


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A song about a confident and successful individual who enjoys the thrill of taking risks, making history, and living life to the fullest. The lyrics also mention the person's affinity for the fast-paced city life, their wealth, and their ability to make an impact. [/INST]

Lyrics: Everything litty, I love when it's hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call 'em chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock


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Rap about luxury items, financial success, and a desire to have a personal experience with a woman, using metaphors and slang. [/INST]

Lyrics: Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos
I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite


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A rapper is excited and energetic about leaving a situation or location and emphasizes the heat and intensity of their feelings during their departure. [/INST]

Lyrics: Wheezy outta here
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot
Hot, hot, hot, hot


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In a song about living life to the fullest and making an impact in the city, describe achieving success and drawing attention, dealing with haters, and having a special talent that attracts the ladies. [/INST]

Lyrics: Everything litty, I love when it's hot
Turned up the city, I broke off the notch
Got some more millis, I keep me a knot
I created history and made me a lot
He tried to diss me and ended on Fox
We call them chopsticks 'cause they gonna chop
Took her out of Follies 'cause her pussy pop
I run it like Nike, we got it on lock


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A rapper is listing off luxurious items and expressing his desire to spend time with a woman he finds attractive, all while referring to his close friend as his "Sprite," a slang term for a particular type of drug. [/INST]

Lyrics: Cash, money, checks, cash
Addy, Birkin, brand new extendos
I just wanna fuck the bitch by myself
I just passed her to the dawg like my Sprite


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A young man expresses his love for a girl and his determination to save her from a dangerous situation, using his connections and resources to help her. He then shares a party drug with his friends and brags about his sexual experiences, while also mentioning the material things he possesses. [/INST]

Lyrics: Okay, cool, okay, bool, I love her
I'ma save her, yes, like Danny Glover
I'ma call my papi for her, fuck the mother
I pass them a molly, now they kiss each-other (Hot)
Every time I fuck I gotta hit me least like two bitches
Boy, that dope been whipped, you need like new wrists
Foreign car outside, that bitch got two digits
Money stand like eight feet just like two midgets


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A song about growing up in the 90s, being a stoner, and how the narrator's life has evolved since then. [/INST]

Lyrics: When you were worrying about pissing on your fuckin' self, I was a stoner
Band gang
Dun Deal on the tra-a-a-ack
Way back in 90-fucking'-4, when I was six or seven
Ayy, ayy, this that stoner music, nigga
Stoner! (This my damn bit!)
Stoner (Let's get it)


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A song that celebrates and embraces being a stoner, using repetition and strong language to convey the speaker's dedication to their lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner (I'm a stoner)
I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner (Stoner!)
I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner, I'm a stoner
I'm a motherfuckin' stoner


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A confident and successful person bragging about their lavish lifestyle and connections, using slang and colloquialisms. [/INST]

Lyrics: I just put a forty on my wrist just like a boss
I just put ten thousand on my bitch just like a boss
I just drank with YSL just like a f— boss
Just like a f— boss, just like a, ch-ch! Boss, boss!


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Input:
A rapper is talking about their recent success and wealth, describing their experiences in a boastful manner, while also comparing themselves to Fabo, a well-known rapper. [/INST]

Lyrics: I just put a forty on my wrist just like a boss (I feel like Fabo)
I just put ten thousand on my bitch just like a boss (I feel like Fabo)
I just drank with YSL just like a f— boss (I feel like Fabo)
Just like a f— boss, just like a, ch-ch! Boss, boss!


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A rapper is bragging about their wealth and status, using expensive items and high-end brands as symbols of success. [/INST]

Lyrics: I just put a forty on my wrist just like a boss
I just put ten thousand on my bitch just like a boss
I just drank with YSL just like a f— boss
Just like a f— boss, just like a, boss, boss


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Describe the feeling of experiencing a surge of confidence and excitement, like that of the popular artist Fabo, to emphasize the joy and energy of the moment. [/INST]

Lyrics: I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo
I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo
I feel like Fabo, I feel like Fabo
I feel just like


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Input:
Rap about living life as a G (short for gangsta) and not letting others take advantage. Mention luxury brands like YSL and reference making money and having power. End the verse with a catchy phrase or chant about G's and hoes. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah
Just like a G, you know?
Trouble, Trouble, what's poppin', 5?
B4, let's do it
Yee!
I wake up and go get me some new money
You know I'm livin' like a G
These lil' niggas ain't gonna take nothin' from me
You know we do it like a G
I swear to God I fuck on anyone
Just like a gangsta, just like a G
This Duct Tape and YSL
You know I do it like a G
G's up, hoes down
G's up, hoes down
G's up, hoes down
G's up, hoes down
G's up, hoes down
G's up, hoes down
G's up, hoes down
G's up, hoes down


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Describe a group of people confidently expressing themselves and enjoying a wild night out. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, shinin' hard 'cause we back up (Back up)
Rose gold from your neck up (Young BL$$D, boy, you saucin')
You know shit gon' get sloppy, tryna check us (Check us)
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm (Young BL$$D, boy, you saucin'), yeah
(BL$$D)


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Create a song about navigating complex relationships and prioritizing the most important person in your life while still maintaining a sense of humor and bravado. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don't do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me


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The story of a person who is in a relationship with multiple people, seeking help to manage their relationships and how they treat their partners. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don't do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me


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A luxury lifestyle, the pursuit of material possessions and power, and a somewhat controversial depiction of relationships with multiple women. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't do jet-skis, give me the yacht please
I made you queen status, check out my lean status
I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I put my dick inside her mouth before she left
Yeah, I built relationships with all my bitches, yes
I put my dick right in her mouth before she act
I got your bitch in a backpack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a kid shack
I paid extra for the crib, it got a game room
Got a penthouse in the back, it ain't my main room
Tamika, Jo and Porsche they kept it silent
That's the only reason I let 'em fly private
Shinin' hard 'cause we back up (Back up)
Rose gold from your neck up (Yeah)
You know shit gon' get sloppy, tryna check us (Check us)
Pop an X pill like we Malcolm, yeah, hey


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A rapper is expressing his feelings about his multiple relationships, including a primary one, and the challenges he faces trying to manage all of them. He also talks about the luxury he can provide for these women and how he treats them. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm in a relationship with all my bitches, yeah
I need to cut some of 'em off, I need help
I got some bad tings, I want her to myself
Had to take the time to cut 'em off, I need help
I know how to make the girls go crazy
When you treat her like your number one baby
Put my bitches on yachts, we don't do jet-skis
Put your ice on rocks, they need to help me


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Rapping about loyalty to YSL, success in life, and working with London on da Track. [/INST]

Lyrics: Thugger, YSL for life
We ran up the digits, we ran up the money
We ran up the digits, we ran up the money
We ran up some digits...
We got London on da Track


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Imagine a song that encourages perseverance and risk-taking, despite the impermanent nature of life and the continuous cycle of birth and death. [/INST]

Lyrics: Nigga, hustlers don't stop, they keep goin' (Yeah)
You can lose your life but it gon' keep goin' (Yeah)
Why not risk life when it's gon' keep goin'? (Yeah)
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say…


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Two people trying to accumulate wealth by any means possible, whether through investments, hard work, or other less conventional methods. [/INST]

Lyrics: We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
We ran up them digits, we ran up that money (Sheesh, sheesh)
We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
We ran up some digits, we ran up some money


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Write a song about a hustler who is constantly grinding, living large, and making their presence known, while also acknowledging the risks and the cycle of life. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm leanin' like I'm on a fifth of the Henny
I talk lots of shit like my bitches and digits
They didn't know me well so I left 'em with wishes
You know its a drought when you grind and can't flip it (Wow, woo)
I'm livin' big, I swear to God I'm Liu Kang kickin' (What?)
Montana
Mama gon' slime, hustle
Dopeboy, hair grey like a grandma
You know my ice blingin', light up just like a candle (Ah)
Rollie pollie, I can control shawty like a channel (Rollie, Rollie)
My racks are squeakin', I'm not fartin'
I hop in that 'Rari, I crank up like Warren
You might also like
Nigga, hustlers don't stop, they keep goin' (Yeah)
You can lose your life but it's gon' keep goin'
Why not risk life when it's gon' keep goin'? (Yeah, just know that)
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say…


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A song about people accumulating wealth and being successful through their efforts. [/INST]

Lyrics: We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
We ran up some digits, we ran up some money


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I'ma move me some dope like I'm Future" - I'm going to do something extraordinary, just like Future.

"I'ma go in that bit' with a ruler" - I'll measure my success carefully.

"I'ma toast me a nigga like Strudels" - I'll pay a compliment to someone, like Strudels.

"I'ma keep a red flag 'cause I'm boolin'" - I'll set a warning sign, because I'm confident.

"I know some roll [/INST]

Lyrics: I'ma move me some dope like I'm Future
I'ma go in that bit' with a ruler
I'ma toast me a nigga like Strudels
I'ma keep a red flag 'cause I'm boolin' (Woah, flatt, hahaha)
I know some roller spaces, I could duly (Woo, rollin', rollin')
Yeah, yeah, I'm screamin', "Oh my God," like Cooly (Oh my God)
When I snort it, I feel like I was aborted (Huh, what?)
If I ever adore you, bae, you better drive what's foreign (Foreign)
I've been gettin' money before the music, fuck Pandora (Fuck, fuck)
I just do this shit when I get bored
Nigga, hustlers don't stop, they keep goin' (Yeah)
You can lose your life but it's gon' keep goin' (Yeah)
Why not risk life when it's gon' keep goin'? (Yeah)
When you die somebody else was born
But at least we got to say...


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Rapidly accumulating wealth, material success, and financial gains are discussed in the context of rapid upward progress in the song lyrics. [/INST]

Lyrics: We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
We ran up them digits, we ran up that money
We ran up them digits, we ran up that money (Run it up, run it up)
We ran up them digits, we ran up the money
We ran up them digits, we ran up some money
We ran up some digits, we ran up some money


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Input:
A confident and wealthy individual is enjoying a wild night out, boasting about their wealth and the pleasures they can afford, including a luxurious watch, a promiscuous partner, and a high-end vehicle. [/INST]

Lyrics: Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race (Yeah)
I told her keep going on the gas, fuck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face
Let a nigga nut, only way I'll go to sleep (Woo)
Boolin', rockin' all the Franck Muller (Franck Muller)
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor (Good head)
So many hundreds, how the hell I'm going to lose 'em? (Gonna lose 'em)
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I'm coolin' (Skrrt, skrrt)


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A rapper brags about his wealth, his taste in luxury watches, his sexual encounters, and his fancy cars. [/INST]

Lyrics: Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race (Slatt)
I told her keep going on the gas, fuck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face (Slatt)
Let a nigga nut, only way I'll go to sleep (Slatt)
Boolin', rockin' all the Franck Muller (Slatt, slatt)
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor (Slatt, slatt)
So many hundreds, how the hell I'm going to lose 'em?
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I'm coolin'


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Create a song about a person who is constantly on the lookout for potential threats, while also showing off their own prowess and swagger. [/INST]

Lyrics: Nigga, watch that dog (Yeah), watch (Watch, watch)
Niggas plottin' on the boy, spot 'em (Uh)
Put the target on they head, dot 'em, dot 'em, dot 'em (Ooh)
And I'm good, got a rabbit's foot in my wallet (Woo)
Tell 'em pick it up then drop it, drop it (Drop it)
Do some sit ups then show your body (Then show it)
Got her bent up, I done took a gram of Molly (Whoa)
Her car dented up like she rent to everybody (Haha)
Do my yay, I'll do (Hey, hey)
Do my yay, I'll do (Yeah, yeah)
Do my yay, I'll do (Yeah, yeah)
Do my yay, I'll do


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A confident man who enjoys spending money on luxury items and experiences, boasting about his wealth and sexual prowess. [/INST]

Lyrics: Okay, my money way longer than a NASCAR race (Yeah)
I told her keep going on the gas, fuck the brakes
Only here for one night, let me put it on your face (Yeah)
Let a nigga nut, only way I'll go to sleep (Woo)
Boolin', rockin' all the Franck Muller (Franck Muller)
I know some hoes with good head, fuck a tutor (Good head)
So many hundreds, how the hell I'm going to lose 'em? (Gonna lose 'em)
Put me in the Jaggy or the Wraith and now I'm coolin' (Hey)


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A song about a young man named Cassius who is known for his ability to quickly handle situations and has a talent for making quick decisions. [/INST]

Lyrics: I done put twenty up under the SIG
You dig? You dig? You dig? (That boy Cassius)
Ayy (Wheezy Beats)


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A rapper describing their lifestyle and achievements, using slang and street talk. [/INST]

Lyrics: I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig?)
I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig?)
I pull up to your block and I pop at your bitch (You dig?)
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch (You dig? You dig? You dig?)
Since I was a youngin, I been gettin' dough (You dig? You dig?)
I count my backend and I turn up the show (You dig? You dig?)
I want hella Xans, it gears me up (You dig? You dig?)
I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? Hey)


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A confident rapper describes their recent actions involving a SIG, confrontation with a rival, and their fondness for wealth, luxury, and drugs. [/INST]

Lyrics: I done put twenty inside the SIG (You dig?)
I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig?)
I pull up to your block and I pop at your bitch (You dig?)
I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch (You dig? You dig? You dig?)
Since I was a youngin, I been gettin' dough (You dig? You dig?)
I count my backend and I turn up the show (You dig? You dig)
I want hella Xans, it gears me up (You dig? You dig?)
I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig? You dig? You dig? You dig? Hey)


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A rapper is looking to hook up with a female acquaintance who seems interested but is playing hard to get. They're making their move by expressing their intentions and curiosity about what she has to say. [/INST]

Lyrics: Thugger Thugger, baby
Fuck all that, let's get to it
What lil' shawty say?