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Describe the luxurious lifestyle of a successful rapper, their influence on the community, and the truth behind their lyrics. [/INST]

Lyrics: Slide my Rolls-Royce through the hood, that shit look good like right on
Get your own salon, your hair done when you want from now on
Tell the police I don't do nothin’, I been sellin' these songs
Ain't puttin’ no cap inside my rap, ain't too much leadin' you on


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A person is feeling overwhelmed and exhausted by the constant challenges they face in their life, and they are metaphorically "pouring on more" of these challenges to push themselves to overcome them. They are expressing their determination to rise above their struggles and not let anything stop them from achieving success. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up
I put on drip every day from the floor up
I'm getting sick of this shit, pour some more up
I put on drip every day


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A song reflecting on feelings of self-doubt, past relationships, and a sense of being constantly blocked or held back. [/INST]

Lyrics: Day after day
Seems like I push against the clouds
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
They just keep blocking out the sun
It seems since I was born
I've wakened every blessed morning
I been thinkin' to myself lately
Wonderin' did she mean it when she say she hate me?
Or wonderin' did she mean it when she say she wished she didn't keep the baby? (Down on my luck and up against the wind)


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The struggles of growing up in a rough neighborhood, pursuing a life of crime, and finding success and loyalty through it all. [/INST]

Lyrics: I had to spread my wings, jump out my nest
Ran out of Act so I'm pourin' up red
I took the harder way like I'm Derez
Shout out the doctor keep givin' these meds
I got the streets in a lock like some dreads
Ride on the back of that bitch like some pegs
Runnin' this shit, they should cut off my legs
Had to play a little smarter, I'm using my head
Dropped out of school, took the street way instead
I'm a lil' dope boy, I want me some bread
I'ma shoot at your body, won't aim for your neck
I just cashed out on a flooded Patek
It ain't a big one, but dammit, it's big enough
I just came home from the can, I'ma live it up
I rep the gang, when you see me, I'ma throw it up
I just spent three hundred racks on a Bentley truck


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The artist is expressing their dedication to maintaining their status and lifestyle without compromising their values or identity. They want to keep their name and achievements intact while continuing to progress and achieve success. [/INST]

Lyrics: Run it all up and stay the same, yeah
I'ma run it all up and stay the same
Run it all up and stay the same, yeah
I'ma run it all up and stay the same
I will not change for shit, I got my name from this
I will not change for shit, I got my name from this
I will not change for shit, I got my name from this
I will not change for shit, I got my name from this
Run it all up and stay the same, yeah
I'ma run it all up and stay the same


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A musician has decided to return to the music scene with a new song, determined to go all out in their performance and not settle for anything less than victory. They express their dedication and determination through a catchy, anthemic chorus, with a strong focus on their unwavering drive to succeed. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm back goin' hard again, I'm shuttin' down my heart again
No one can get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn't care, but I can't hold it in and
I'm not into losin', I go hard as I can go to win
I'm back goin' hard again, I'm shuttin' down my heart again
No one can get next to me, so they gotta put orders in
Try my best to act like I didn't care, but I can't hold it in and
I'm not into losin', I go hard as I can go to win


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A determined person pushing themselves to their limits to achieve victory in various aspects of life. [/INST]

Lyrics: I go hard as I can go to win
I go hard as I can go to win
I go hard as I can go to win
Hard as I can go to win
Hard as I can go to winEmbed


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A song about young people facing challenges and adversity, with a focus on resilience and staying true to themselves despite the pressures and obstacles they encounter in life. [/INST]

Lyrics: Seems like we runnin' outta time
Yeah, we still so young and got so much to find
We can't never let 'em break our mind
We gotta stay strong, conquer and don't divide
I come in peace, my heart already set on fire
If it ain't color, what's the difference from you and I?
I'll let you decide or come up with some repeated lies
I'm just tired of my kind gotta be the one to die
Lookin' in the sky, I know you with me, I can't cry
Standin' what I stand on, I can't never switch sides
Sometimes I just wanna pop out on 'em and flip by
But I put my head on, I pray, I stay from off the route
Thinkin' 'bout my niggas, I ain't seen 'em in a while
Thinkin' 'bout my son, I just had another child
I been thinkin' back on bro, like, "What the fuck we gon' do now?"
On this road to redemption, this shit get rocky and it's wild
Let me tell you 'bout it


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Reflecting on a moment of misunderstanding and realizing your own shortcomings, expressing the desire to enjoy the sunset and spend time with a loved one to make up for it. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm so dumb that I was thinkin' that they could
When they really can't, yeah
I was thinkin' that they was, when they really ain't
It's my fault, I can't blame no one
If we take off now, we can catch the sun
Maybe watch it set, have sex, get some rest
I'm so dumb that I was thinkin' that they could
When they really can't, yeah
I was thinkin' that they was, when they really ain't
It's my fault, I can't blame no one
If we take off now, we can catch the sun
Maybe watch it set, have sex, get some rest


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Write a song about someone who has achieved success and is now sharing their journey with others, including the challenges they faced and the life they've built. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bought her baby Gucci strollers (Strollers)
Switch it up and I went global (Global)
Can't play around, I had to grow up (Grow up)
Check out my neck, hell of a glo-up (Glo-up)
These niggas cap and that shit blow up
My dawg rappin', hope he blow up
I need my checks without no hold-ups
I put my city on my shoulders
I told the truth in every story that I told 'em
I fucked around and showed 'em


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38 Contributors" is a song by an aspiring group of friends who are always up for a good time. They meet at a gas station and make a friendly bet to see who can get home the fastest, with the last one arriving owing a $20 to the others. They all drive expensive foreign cars, so they can zip through traffic with ease, and they enjoy the thrill of racing. The song captures their excitement and the feeling of making it in life, all while having fun and spending time with each other. [/INST]

Lyrics: (What's happenin', Chi Chi?)
(Section 8 just straight cooked that motherfucker up)
Yeah
So we was at a gas station today, I told the bros, like
Last one home owe a dub, know what I'm sayin'?
And we all ridin' in foreigns, so
That shit super fun cuttin' all through traffic, sayin'
Kinda felt like I made it for a change
That's what I do


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Write a song about resilience and emotional vulnerability, while incorporating references to pain management medications and a supportive friend. [/INST]

Lyrics: Cook that shit up, Quay
I know they ain't feelin' my pain
I got codeine inside my veins, yeah


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A young man in a dangerous situation, surrounded by his friends, is bragging about his skills despite not knowing how to swim. This song is a commentary on the risks people take and the false bravado they display. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill
We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense
He got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive in
Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end


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A rapper reflects on the obstacles they've faced, their loyalty to their loved ones, and their rise to fame and success in the face of skepticism. [/INST]

Lyrics: They offerin' the shooter the death penalty, won't tell on me
I know if I go broke today, them same hoes gon' bail on me
I got them throwin' salt, they steady tryna fuck up my recipe
Amiri jeans, a hundred a pair, ain't nothin' about a nigga cheap
Sellin' weed in the projects, relapsed on the Hi-Tech
Told the gang that we up next, put 'em on a G5 jet
Overseas with my sidepiece, my queen, she gotta be a dimepiece
We gon' stick together like assigned seats, on that Dej Loaf, nigga, try me
Whoever thought I'd put a hundred on my neck?
Whoever thought that I'd say I'm the one up next?
Whoever thought they'd ever consider me the best?
Whoever thought, whoever thought, whoever thought?


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Imagine a group of friends in a rap song, discussing how they got hyped up and ready for a challenge or adventure, even though one of them isn't fully prepared for the situation and could end up in trouble. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill
We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense
He got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive in
Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end
I don't know who gassed you niggas up, go get a refill
We got them sticks, we in the field, we playing defense
He got his ratchet, no life jacket, ready to dive in
Lil homie thuggin', he can't even swim, he in the deep end


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Social distancing and a surreal situation that affects everyone. The section refers to a certain rule, and a friend named Chi Chi is trying to understand the situation. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
(What's happenin', Chi Chi?)


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A rapper is recounting their recent experiences, including dealing with shady people, making money through illicit means, and their luxurious lifestyle. They also reference the importance of loyalty and staying true to themselves despite the world around them. [/INST]

Lyrics: I told her to fly and she scared of the virus, I sent her a private to get here
I made four hundred dollars off of each of these pounds, I ain't trippin', it's gon' be a good year
Solomon drivin' while I got my hands on the chopper, I'm keepin' my eyes in the rearview
I'm from Atlanta where they pay to triple cross niggas, they'll dap you up, then they'll kill you
These niggas fake and I'm real, I don't feel 'em
My niggas takers, ain't worried 'bout 'em stealing
I run with apes and some baby gorillas
I know a few (Shh), I can buy me a nigga
Said I wouldn't change but my change a lil' bigger
Four-carat ring leave a scar if I hit you
Look like a spaceship, got stars in my vehicle
These niggas fake and I don't wanna deal with 'em all


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Create a song that discusses the challenges and joys of being a "savage" while navigating through the current social climate and handling haters with confidence. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm social distancing
Man, these niggas can't touch me, I can't get sick
Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup)
She say I ain't got no heart and I'm devil-sent
I'm on some savage shit, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, a round of applause
We just gon' say that they won the award
I'm social distancing
Man, these niggas can't touch me, I can't get sick
Good excuse for me to pour up medicine (Syrup)
She say I ain't got no heart and I'm devil-sent
I'm on some savage shit, ah
I got the drop on the opps, switched the cars
I got a hundred inside of a drum
We pull up clapping, a round of applause
We just gon' say that they won the award
I'm social distancing
Man, these niggas can't touch me, I can't get sick


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A reassuring love song that focuses on the unwavering support and dedication of a partner. [/INST]

Lyrics: Baby, why you trippin'? I be right here for you
I be right here for you
Anything that you want, I will provide that for you
I provide that for you
You know I got bitches, never put none 'em before you
Never put them before you
I get you everything that you want
All I ask that you don't blow my phone up


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Write a song that highlights the experiences of a fun-loving, confident person who enjoys living life to the fullest, has no time for people who don't tell the truth, and is always on the lookout for new adventures and experiences. [/INST]

Lyrics: Forgi's on your whip, I'ma tryna slide on
I been tryna kick it with a rider
Baby, I be busy, I be tied up
You ain't gotta love me, just don't lie though
We gon' take them trips 'cause ain't nobody else as fly as us
Baby, we gon' let 'em have it
We go where they can't go
Pimpin', where'd my cane go?
I'm the same lil' nigga, I ain't changed though
They get salty when I pulled up in that Range Rover
Yeah, yeah


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A song about a relationship where the partner is expressing their commitment and support to the other person, while also admitting to having other relationships and prioritizing the main one. [/INST]

Lyrics: Baby, why you trippin'? I be right here for you
I be right here for you
Anything you needin', I provide that for you
I provide that for you
You know I got ho's, I never put none 'em before you
Never put none 'em before you
Baby, you my world and I swear I adore you
And I swear I adore you
Late nights, call on the phone
You say where I'm at, I'm on the way
Two hours later you be callin'
Thought you told me you was on the way
Tell you I got caught up, I got busy
But I had another bitch with me
Still when I get it there, you gon' get it
Soon as I pull up, she gon' get it


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A song about a determined individual who is focused on their goals and not getting distracted by anyone's nonsense, and who is part of a group called "4PF. [/INST]

Lyrics: I ain't got no time for these bitches 'cause I'm on my grind
Baby, are you trippin'? I been on my grind (I'm grindin')
4PF, you digg?


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Create a song about a person trying to overcome their personal struggles and challenges, while also addressing their reliance on substances to cope. [/INST]

Lyrics: Cook that shit up, Quay
Still poppin' Percocet
Drankin' lean too
Shit I gotta deal with


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A rapper reflecting on his life experiences and challenges, expressing gratitude for his freedom despite setbacks, and seeking divine help for protection and guidance. [/INST]

Lyrics: Caught a few cases, I been on the road but overall a nigga still free
I done been robbed I know how it feel, a nigga gon' have to come kill me
I been through it all, I came this far how a nigga not gon' feel me
Ain't no facade, no cap in my raps everything that I say is the real me
I give all my problems to God
Let him handle all my enemies
I get on my knees and beg him please I just hoping that he hearin' me
I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get ahead of me
I came too far to stop now, I can't let a nigga get the best of me


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Imagine a song describing the feeling of longing and desire for a caring presence in one's life, with the idea that sometimes all it takes is a gentle breeze to lift the spirit and provide a sense of comfort. [/INST]

Lyrics: All you ever wanted was someone
To care for your—


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A person struggling with the challenges of hiding their feelings and emotions, feeling misunderstood, and wanting to break free from the constraints. [/INST]

Lyrics: No, no, no, no
I'm supposed to be gone
But, shit, where I'm gon' go?
Tryna hold it in, I can't let this shit show
It can't be forced, it don't work, let it go
I tried to tell you, you act like you know


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Imagine a song where the main theme revolves around a popular dance craze or a viral internet trend that involves "firin" at people, with a catchy chorus and lyrics that highlight the dance move's popularity and influence on a massive scale, with a special tribute to the person or group who originally created it. [/INST]

Lyrics: Firin' at everybody
Firin' at everybody
(Section 8 just straight cooked this motherfucker up)
Firin' at everybody


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A song about someone feeling on top of the world and unbothered by the trappings of fame, but also addressing the harsh realities of street life and the consequences of violence. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm firin' at everybody
Helicopter the middle of the hood, I'm flyer than everybody
All this fame these niggas be chasin', I swear I don't care 'bout it
Boy, you play, you gon' die front of everybody
Leave some blood on the street, buy some red bottoms
Caught an L, but I wish that they headshot 'em
Free my nigga Longway, yeah, the feds got him


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A young man is trying to convince a girl to engage in risky behavior, while comparing himself to famous personalities, promising to provide her with what she desires, and showing disregard for the consequences of their actions. [/INST]

Lyrics: I can't fuck with shawty, know she’ll tell
Slim shit, look like Draya Michele
I been goin' crazy, givin' ’em hell
She ain't tryna go with me, I'ma pay her
I crush a lot, baby girl, I'm a player
Connect the dots then I plug up the scale
If we get caught, they gon' give me the chair
Fuck the law, make 'em earn what they pay 'em


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A person who values winning above all else, has just bought a new Benz, and is wary of friends who may want more than just his company. He feels that people only want to use him for their own benefit, and he's had enough of the drama. He is focused on staying on the right path and distancing himself from his past and potential threats. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't need no friends, I just wanna win
I got this new Benz and it's all I need
She listen to her friends, they wanna get in
She don't understand that they'll slob on me
If I let 'em, ain't gon' let up, I'ma keep on stridin'
Heard they lookin' for me, I can't tell 'cause I ain't hidin'
It don't matter if I'm frownin' 'cause my mama smilin'
I done finally went legit, ain't no more public housing
I gotta stay from 'round them


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A song about a collaboration of 52 music creators who come together to make a unique track, with each contributor leaving their personal touch on the beat, ultimately resulting in a hot track that's "drippin'" with style. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Who made this beat?)
Drippin'
(Twysted Genius, baby)
Know what I'm sayin', drippin', know what I'm sayin'


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Write a song about a wealthy individual who flaunts their material possessions, prioritizing luxury and having fun over financial responsibility. [/INST]

Lyrics: I can live off my closet before I go broke
I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)
Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)
We in the store, she don't know which one gold
This bitch think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both
We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater
I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats


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Imagine a song about the excitement and challenges of doing business and making deals, where the focus is on the technical aspect of calculating profits and losses with decimals. [/INST]

Lyrics: I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals
I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals
I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals
I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals


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Create a song about a young man's journey from the streets to a successful life, incorporating themes of resilience, survival, and transformation. [/INST]

Lyrics: Al Geno on the track
G just bounced back from a headshot
Trappin' by the roadblock
I only give until my legs out
Been a real nigga 'til my legs stop
Real trapper, my legs tired
Real trapper, my legs tired
Yeah, yeah


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Reflect on the challenges faced in life, turning dreams into reality, battling demons, the effects of fame on personal relationships, and finding forgiveness in oneself. [/INST]

Lyrics: My life was hard, it just had to be (Yeah)
Watch me turn my dreams to reality (Yeah)
I'm runnin' outfield, them demons after me (Yeah)
When I pop these Percs, I don't do it happily
Got a little fame, all of a sudden they change
Feel like shovel with dirt thrown side of my name
I was so blind, I just couldn't see the hate
Forgave all them niggas, I'm still Ray


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A rapper who feels betrayed by his friend, contemplating his life choices and the consequences, while reflecting on the negativity surrounding his rise to fame. [/INST]

Lyrics: Would have never started rappin' if I knew this shit had came with this
I'm on top of all these niggas, I can see when all these angels piss
The way my nigga crossed me up, I thought his name was Chris
Don't wanna fuck around and kill my dawg, they gon' do me like I'm Vick
Yeah, they gon' really hate me if I sign a deal
I'ma go buy a Range, crash it on purpose, blame it on the pills
When Lil' Joe be slidin', it be look like he headed to second base
I see the hate, it look like makeup, it's all on their face


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A song about the difficult choices and struggles faced by someone who has no stable job, questioning their partner's loyalty and the nature of their relationship. [/INST]

Lyrics: It can get ugly (Huh)
Would you leave or stay like you love me?
From the bottom, all I know is the struggle
Can't get no job, so all I know is the hustle


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Talk about overcoming challenges, success, and loyalty in the music industry, while addressing haters and competitors. [/INST]

Lyrics: Word on the street, they got a lil' bitty hit out
Really run Atlanta, I can make a nigga get out
If anything, I have more respect for you bitches
Nigga, you a bitch, we don't shoot and miss (Nah)
Glock-19 unfold and it spit out
Double R underneath the door when I get out
Clutchin' on my fans, had to tell lil' bro to chill out
How the fuck your whole gang down the road and you still out?
Undercover rat, pussy nigga, you a sellout
Every show I get either packed or it sell out
I been ballin' hard, you on the bench, you gotta sit out
Know a nigga mad, he can't even put a hit out
Middle of the winter, drop top with a mink on
Bad lil' vibe, yeah, she say that's her theme song
I done made a whole million dollars off a flip phone
No Soulja Boy, that bitch ain't even have a ringtone


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A rapper confidently narrates their journey to success, from being overlooked to gaining fame and wealth, while describing their wild experiences and connections in various places around the world. [/INST]

Lyrics: Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
We just fuck around, we don't date
I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
Then I took off, I ain't have no other option
I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen
You might also like
Call overseas, tell them youngins to spin again
I don't throw rocks and hide my hand 'cause I'm a man
Million cash in the book bag, I'm a big dog
Threw my shot at any nigga, bitch, I think I'm Chris Paul
Sippin' all these meds, nigga gotta be throwed off
I was gettin' head, fucked around and I dozed off
Rolls Royce truck, crank it and let the nose out
Everything I said, I went did it, boy, I'm the chosen child


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A rapper named Skinny Mike Amiri, who is known for skateboarding and being playful, goes on a trip to Mars where people don't seem to appreciate him. Despite being at the bottom and boxed in, he takes off and becomes more successful, earning a lot of money and buying luxury items. He continues to have a carefree attitude, taking his newfound wealth to Japan where he spends on flashy clothes and enjoys his time. [/INST]

Lyrics: Skinny Mike Amiris like I skate
We just fuck around, we don't date
I went straight up there to Mars, so they hate
And I got a lot of cars, they all up to date
I was at the bottom, literally I was boxed in
Then I took off, I ain't have no other option
I was too gone, now a nigga just pop shit
I was in Japan, buyin' drip and blowin' yen


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A confident individual who has achieved financial success, expressing their contentment and happiness with the way things are going in their life. [/INST]

Lyrics: I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin' shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way
I stay out the way
Free all my dogs till they get out the cage
I’m having my way
Running through hundreds and millions a day
They know not to play
Yeah I’m the one you can see on my face
A mil in my safe
Everywhere I go I’m keepin' a K
I’m getting paid
Cartier glasses they sit on my face
I ain’t throwin' shade
I’m getting money, I ain’t in the way


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You're in a luxury car, feeling confident about your life and recent decisions. The car is a two-seater, and you're in control of where it goes. You've faced challenges and made some questionable choices, but you're determined to succeed and win in life. The song should express your rebellious spirit and desire to be a winner, despite the odds. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm only getting in where I fit in
This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
I got a dub in the rear end
I got caught when I fucked her friend
Say I wouldn't do it and did it again
I got some dogs who want me to win
Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
I hit the gas I'm gone with the wind
I'm only getting in where I fit in
This is a two-seater you cannot sit in
I got a dub in the rear end
I got caught when I fucked her friend
Say I wouldn't do it and did it again
I got some dogs who want me to win
Went to the lot and bought a new Benz
I hit the gas I'm gone with the wind


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Describe the lifestyle of someone who is part of a luxurious, exclusive social circle, wearing expensive, flashy jewelry and high-end watches. [/INST]

Lyrics: You dig?
You know what I'm sayin', I'm on that 4PF shit
You know what I'm sayin', I'm on that flooded Patek shit
I'm on that iced out Rollie shit, you dig?


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Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it [/INST]

Lyrics: Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant
Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it
All the cars came tinted
All the cars came tinted
Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
Keep me a check, I ain't got no regrets, if I said it I motherfuckin' meant it
I'm a big dawg, a lieutenant
Brand new foreign, I ain't rented it
All the cars came tinted
All the cars came tinted


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Describe a confident, rebellious individual expressing their defiance against societal norms and expectations. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'ma pop my shit, ain't gon' bite my tongue, I'ma rock my shoes
I'ma keep my gun, I'ma rock my jewels, I'ma keep my gun


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Create a song about the perceptions of wealth and material possessions, and the struggles of maintaining that lifestyle, all while suggesting that the "crime pays" mentality may not be entirely accurate. [/INST]

Lyrics: I heard that crime pays, uh
They think we thugs 'cause we got ice, I'm going plain jane
No matter what, at least a quarter for my main thing
Showed up on Forbes, I can't complain, I'm tryna maintain
Hop off a plane, pick up a check, then do the same thing
I heard that crime pays
They think we thugs 'cause we got ice, I'm going plain jane
No matter what, at least a quarter for my main thing
Showed up on Forbes, I can't complain, I'm tryna maintain
Hop off a plane, pick up a check, then do the same thing


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Write a song about achieving success and overcoming challenges through determination, adaptability, and strong connections with friends. [/INST]

Lyrics: Get it
Text a message, I don't know the number
Flexin' on these niggas, every bone and muscle
Steady takin' shots, but never hurtin' numbers
Even then, y'all don't worry nothin'
And I'd like to give a shout out to my niggas with a game plan
And shout outs all my niggas with escape plans
Uh, twenty bands, rain dance
We could either rain check or we can make plans
Pockets loaded, rocket loaded, okay, let's rock and roll this
Time to go, Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels
Locked and loaded, diamonds glowin', chart-climbing on 'em
You'd think I'm jumpin' out the window how I got 'em open
Line around the corner, line 'em up the block and over
Sometimes I even stop the smokin' when it's time to focus
My shades, Dior, my pants, velour
Create, explore, expand, conquer


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A person who feels like they're on top of the world, experiencing highs and lows, and using their words to express their power, confidence, and resilience in the face of challenges and haters. [/INST]

Lyrics: I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
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Yeah, I sold the pack, the loose, the hard (Yeah)
I listened to X, I peeped the bars (Yeah)
The snakes, the rats, the cats, the dogs
The game's a trap, protect your heart (Yeah)
I waited in line, return, refine
The new design, it's time to shine
To shine, to shine, to shine, to shine
I hustle, I flex, the world is mine
So please believe, allow the greaze
These niggas disease, don't speak, we squeeze
I make the devil go weak the knees
You hate, you're lame, your loss


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A person's journey through life, reflecting on their actions and experiences, both good and bad, with references to praising the Lord, breaking the law, and taking what they desire, accompanied by the repetitive phrase "it rains, it pours" representing the cycle of events in their life. [/INST]

Lyrics: I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours


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Write a song about a confident and successful individual who enjoys flaunting their accomplishments and material possessions while acknowledging their spiritual side and appreciating the balance of giving thanks and indulging in worldly pleasures. [/INST]

Lyrics: Uh, she came, I came, now what's my name?
My chain, my pants, my pants with the chain
They know it's me, the hat and the shades
They heard my voice and they ran to the stage
My Vans, my braids, my mans, my babes
My girls, my ex, my hoes that I left
The way I stepped out the car, that's a flex
Give thanks, get fresh, praise the Lord then finesse, bless
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours


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A man with money, swag, and flashy accessories attracts attention from fans and critics alike, as people admire his success and others challenge his status. The song highlights the lifestyle of a confident individual who enjoys living life to the fullest, drawing comparisons to a cowboy or a rockstar. [/INST]

Lyrics: Aha, aha
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off


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A song about how people often pretend to be tough and try to intimidate others, but when it comes down to it, they may not be as fearless as they make themselves out to be. [/INST]

Lyrics: Oh, yeah, oh, right
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah
Oh, yeah
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off (Right, right)


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A confident, stylish individual from Harlem expresses their success and lifestyle, while addressing haters and highlighting their impressive status, connections, fashion choices, and presence. [/INST]

Lyrics: I be that pretty mothafucka, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell my niggas quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second
Never disrespected plus I'm well connected
With this coke that I imported, just important as your President
Swagger so impressive and I don't need a necklace
But these bitches get impressed when you pull up in that 7
Them 6's, them Benzes, I gets get the freshest
Raf Simons, Rick Owens usually what I'm dressed in
Blowing blunts rolling doobies up, smoking sections
Groupies rush hold they boobies up, in my direction
Quit with all the fronting, you ain't 'round my clique for nothing
'Cause our presence is a present, just to kick it is a blessing


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Describe the hustle and determination of individuals who rely on their wits and skills to make a living in a challenging environment. [/INST]

Lyrics: This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
'Cause every day we on our pesos
This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll
'Cause every day we on our pesos
(Gun cock, gunshot, gun a likkle bwoy)
(Gun cock, gunshot, gun a likkle bwoy)
(Gun cock, gunshot, gun a likkle bwoy)
'Cause every day we on our pesos
'Cause every day we on our pesos
'Cause every day we on our pesos


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A person who spends their days drinking wine and feeling content, waiting for a sign to decipher their purpose, while acknowledging the need to proceed cautiously. [/INST]

Lyrics: Every day I spend my time
Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine
Waitin' here to find the sign
That I can understand, yes, I am
So every day I spend my time
Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I should take it slow
Here I go, here I go, here I go


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Describe the feeling of waiting for a sign or answer that might never come while enjoying life in the meantime. [/INST]

Lyrics: So every day I spend my time (Yeah)
Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine
Waiting here to find the sign
That I can understand, yes, I am (Uh)
Every day I spend my time (Yeah)
Drinkin' wine, feelin' fine (Yeah)
Waitin' here to find the sign
I don't care if I ever know (Uh)
Here I go, here I go, here I go


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The singer is experiencing feelings of independence and contentment, as they enjoy their time alone while the lovebirds outside their window are attracted to their energy. They express that they do not need love in their life at the moment, and instead prefer spending their time enjoying a glass of wine and taking life at a slower pace. [/INST]

Lyrics: I got the love birds chirpin' at the window
But I don't need love no more, oh, no
I'll be fine, sippin' wine
Takin' time slow
I got the love birds chirpin' at the window
But I don't need love no more, oh, no
I'll be fine, sippin' wine
Takin' time slow


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A rapper describes his lifestyle, including his material possessions, confident attitude, and the influence he has on others. He also references his relationships with women, his lifestyle choices, and the challenges he faces with his enemies. [/INST]

Lyrics: Wake up feeling blessed up, pistol on that dresser
Ain't afraid to show it, I'll expose it if I dress up
Riding in that Testa...rossa, nigga catch up
Sipping on that syrup, till I'm messed up, like yes sir
So now I'm getting change, people looking at me strange
Like nigga switching lanes, never changed, still the same
We fuck bitches, get paper, you fuck niggas on papers
We walk around with lasers, you prolly own some tasers
Lame niggas disgrace us, they girlfriends want date us
Got different hoes, I'm pimpin' hoes, you could tell by my paystubs
My niggas gettin' right, smokin' weed with dirty Sprite
I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'


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Imagine a group of friends planning to have an unforgettable weekend full of fun and adventure, disregarding any potential criticism and ready to enjoy themselves to the fullest, all while not taking themselves too seriously. [/INST]

Lyrics: Finna wild out for the weekend, me, myself, and I – my three friends
Nigga feeling froggy, then leap in, A$AP niggas finna sneak in
Middle finger to the critics, me and my nigga Skrillex
You know we finna kill it, A$AP we the trillest
You don't really want that Glock boy
You don't really wanna feel them shots boy
You a b-boy, I'm a block boy, I'm a D boy, I'm a hot boy
Six shots got me feelin' like 'Pac, boy, party all night, shit don't stop, boy
Drunk as fuck, and I'm ready to fight
Wilding for the night, fuck being polite, boy
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Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'
I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'


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A group of friends are spending their weekend together, engaging in wild and carefree activities, including hanging out in a hidden spot, partying, and enjoying the company of women who have joined them. [/INST]

Lyrics: It's the weekend and I'm creeping with my niggas
Drunk and disrespectful, callin' women bitches
I don't mean no harm but won't you and your friends-es
Meet us in the cut and we can do the business
God my witness that I only wanna kick it
And your girl just said they with us
So we rolling in them Benzes
Won't you pour it up and stop the babysitting
She got drunk as fuck and swallowed all my kids-es


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A song about a carefree night out, celebrating with friends, and disregarding societal norms. [/INST]

Lyrics: Back to the Mac, tats on her back
Ass so fat, hit that from the back
When it clap from the back, she clappin' it back
She flat on her back and it's back to the trap
Fuck your pack, A$AP where it's at
Fuck nigga act, get clap lay flat
Fuck your dreams, leave a punk nigga dreamin'
Then you sleep, and you won't come back from the nap
Benjamin Three-Stack, it’s a fact, she lives in my lap
On my Ou-Outkast, daddy fat, bitches on my sack
And you know them smokin' bitches rolling reefer got me open
Wildin' to the morning with my homies, tell 'em where we goin'
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'
I'm going wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'
Wild for the night, fuck being polite, I'm goin'


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Write a song about a person who is in love with someone, but doesn't want to make typical love songs. Instead, they choose to express their feelings through rap, and the influence of LSD (Acid) in their life. [/INST]

Lyrics: I know I dream about her all day
I think about her with her clothes off
I'm ridin' 'round with my system bumpin' LSD
I look for ways to say "I love you"
But I ain't into makin' love songs
Baby, I'm just rappin' to this LSD
She ain't a stranger to the city life
I introduced her to this hippy life
We make love under pretty lights, LSD (Acid)
I get a feelin' it's a trippy night
Them other drugs just don't fit me right
Girl, I really fuckin' want love, sex, dream
Another quarter to the face system
Make no mistakes, it's all, a leap of faith for love
It takes a place in, feelin' that you crave doin' love, sex, dreams


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Write a song about a person's experiences in Hollywood, their feelings, and the parties they attend. Include themes of fame, love, and personal growth. [/INST]

Lyrics: It started in Hollywood
Dreamin' of sharin' love
My tongue at a loss for words
Cause my feelings just said it all
Party just started up
Dreamin' of sharin' worlds
Held this feeling for way too long
Said, "I really wanna let it go"
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I've been gettin' fly because the gimmick's so dope
I've been getting high cause I figured Lord told me
I've been drinking, driving, now we'll never go home
I gon' stay in doubt because the weather's so cold, oh


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Write a song about experiencing moments of emotional lows and highs and the impact of external factors, such as light, on one's mood. [/INST]

Lyrics: Feeling low sometimes when the light shines down
Makes me high
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Feeling low sometimes when the light shines down
Makes me high
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?


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A song about a young romantic dreaming of finding love in Hollywood, only to be left speechless by their own feelings. [/INST]

Lyrics: It started in Hollywood
Duh, duh-duh
Dreamin' of sharin' love
Duh, duh-duh
My tongue at a loss for words
Cause my feelings just said it all


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A singer tries to express their love for someone but struggles to write a traditional love song and instead decides to rap about their feelings with a unique twist. [/INST]

Lyrics: I look for ways to say, "I love you"
But I ain't into makin' love songs
Baby, I'm just rappin' to this LSD


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Write a song about a fashionable woman who is not afraid to showcase her style and confident attitude, with a catchy rhythm and repetitive chorus. [/INST]

Lyrics: Her pistol go…
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a trendy nigga
I said her pistol go…
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
Her pistol go…
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
I said her pistol go…
(Doot-doot-doot, bang-bang, boom-boom, pop-pop)
'Cause she a fashion killer, and I'm a jiggy nigga
Uh, I said


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Write a song lyric about a confident, wealthy individual with connections to the music scene, remembering fallen figures while celebrating a specific city and its influential members. [/INST]

Lyrics: Pretty nigga rich, Flacko be the shit
And that bitch know we poppin' so she poppin' on this dick
Nigga, RIP to Pimp, can't forget Little Flip
And I take it out to Memphis so shout out to Triple Six


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Write a song about the idea of living forever and one's unstoppable strength. [/INST]

Lyrics: Who said you can't live forever lied
Of course, I'm living forever
I'll forever, I'll live long
You can't ever deny my force
I'm living forever
I'll forever, I'll live


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A rapper wants to pay tribute to their favorite rapper, Lord Pretty Flacko, and showcase their loyalty through repetitive lyrics and catchy hooks. [/INST]

Lyrics: Uh (Uh)
Yeah (Lord Pretty Flacko, nigga)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah (Yeah)
Whoo (Whoo)
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah


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Input:
Who is the cool guy with the expensive jewelry?
Makes me think about my past days
360, suck a nigga's dick without warning, all the time
Booming out the trap through the hallway
Tell me, what do you guys know about it?
Auntie telling me to turn it down or she'll call the police
We're planning on our enemies, she's the one with the upper hand
Just a quick taste of the A, and it's okay
They'll take me back to my old ways
I was trying to relax, popping [/INST]

Lyrics: Who the jiggy nigga with the gold links?
Got me reminiscin' 'bout my old day
Three 6, suck a nigga dick, no foreplay, all day
Boomin' out the trap through the hallway
Tell me, what you niggas know about it?
Auntie sayin' turn it down, or she finna call the cops
We be plottin' on the opps, she the one who got the drop
Just a free quick fix of the A, and it's okay
They gon' take me back to my old ways
I was tryna chill, poppin' seals ever since I got a deal
Kick it with my model chick, sip Cris', fuck niggas wanna diss
Now I gotta let 'em know who's really trill


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What would a song about a popular artist with a unique style sound like? [/INST]

Lyrics: Lord Pretty Flacko Jodye
Dirty fuck niggas, how you been?
You been crossin' our minds
Niggas talk down every now and then
On the side, who gave 'em style nine times out of ten?
It was Flacko Jodye, Flacko Jodye
Flacko Jodye, Flacko Jodye


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A confident and fashion-conscious individual describes their style and influence, referencing famous designers and asserting their dominance in the urban fashion scene. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm the original Balmain badass, nigga
I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag swag nigga


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A song about defying haters, bringing back iconic items, and expressing loyalty to friends in the music industry. [/INST]

Lyrics: Fuck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that
Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back
No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back
B-Boy with the G pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga
If you deaf bring the beat back, nigga
Fuck with a nigga like me, RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that
I'm a trendsetter, you ain't even peep that
Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at?
Fuck the FCC, tell 'em bleep that
(We ain't no fashion killas nigga, we fashionable killas
Y'all got Flacko fucked up)


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A confident and successful fashion icon who doesn't hesitate to boast about their accomplishments and swag, while referring to their past struggles and their ability to rise above challenges and adversity. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm the motherfuckin' Lord of this fashion shit
Don't I deserve just to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents
Number 1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate
My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate
Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch
I think back to when pockets packin' lint
It's like a nigga got rich on accident
Now back to Pimp, bitches lie, killers never lie
Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride
Prosper said let's ride to the sky, call it catastrophic
We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch


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Discussing the prevalence of fake street niggas who claim to be real and how they often get extorted in various situations. [/INST]

Lyrics: Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin'? These niggas be out here talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit, man niggas be gettin' extorted like a mothafucka out here man, you know what I'm sayin'?


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A struggling artist is questioning their identity and purpose while experiencing fame, success, and personal struggles. They feel scrutinized by the public and those in power, such as the Illuminati. The artist is also dealing with the challenges of choosing between good and evil, and being haunted by visions of suicide and the ghetto gospel. They find solace in their creative pursuits and the company of their muse, Sister Mary Jane. The artist ultimately has to make a choice between the bible and the rifle, as they face the reality of their situation and the judgement of the world around them. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide
Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized
Fuck Illuminati lies, say I'm lucified
Baptized in the gutter, motherfucker you decide
Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide
Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized
Good and bad having wars, nigga, choose a side
Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God
Who am I? Lord Flacko
Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat, Picasso
Capo Head Hancho, now my following's colossal
Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper todo caso
It's like you heard God spoke, I seen the ghetto gospel
The choir like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low
Sister Mary Jane to make me sleep from singing high notes
The bible or the rifle, goodnight folks


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Imagine a conversation between two characters discussing their uncertain future and the mysterious plan they seem to be following. [/INST]

Lyrics: Where do we lie
Tell me where do we stand
Where do we go
It's all part of the plan
Where do we lie
Tell me where do we stand
Where do we go
It's all part of the plan


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A rapper is defending their crew's reputation and showing loyalty to their friends in the face of outside negativity, while also making a reference to a historical group they disapprove of. [/INST]

Lyrics: Gang! Gang! Gang!
They talkin' down on my name, don't let 'em run off with the name
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
Gang! Gang! They talkin' down on the gang
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain't no regular name
Gang! Gang! They tryna run with the name
I might pull up with 3K but I do not fuck with no Klans


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A rapper feels that their former friends have changed since gaining fame and success, and is now more focused on taking over the industry. They challenge others to join them and disrupt the current game. [/INST]

Lyrics: Gang! Gang! Them boys not flexin' the same
I'm done with adjustin' to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang! Gang! I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang
It's time to fuck up the whole game!


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A rapper feeling disillusioned by the superficiality of the music industry, and their rise to fame, wants to shake things up and reclaim their authenticity. They decide to confront this issue through their lyrics and lifestyle, warning others not to mess with their newfound "gang" of loyal friends and supporters. The chorus emphasizes the desire to change the game and make a statement in the industry. [/INST]

Lyrics: Gang! Gang! Them boys not flexing the same
I'm done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang! Gang! I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang
It's time to fuck up the whole game! (Game, game, game, game)


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Gang members face the challenges of being misunderstood, staying true to their values, and confronting their own dreams and realities. [/INST]

Lyrics: Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon' remember my name
True to truth somehow (Gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I'm dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all
Then I wake, it's kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (Then and now)
I never meant to lie


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The song is a reflection on the past when some people were disrespectful to others due to their financial status, and now that those people have achieved wealth, they're reminded of those who doubted them. [/INST]

Lyrics: For all 'em hoes that was frontin' on niggas back in the days, man
(You know I'm sayin'? This for my broke jiggy niggas right now, you know)
Excuse me, fuck out my face
They say wealth is in the mind, not the pocket
I learned that from a very wise man
(Gotta pocket full of stones like Pimp say, this shit)
(Uh, yeah)


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Discuss the contrasting lifestyles and attitudes of today's youth, comparing them to the legendary rapper 2Pac, while also addressing the concept of keeping it real and asserting one's confidence in style and ambition. [/INST]

Lyrics: Tell me why these little niggas talking like they killers, bruh
Nowadays these niggas always caught up in they feelings, bruh
But I stay 100 'cause you know I keep it triller, bruh
Mobbin like 2Pacalypse or Bishop how I Hit 'Em Up
Fill 'em up with lyrics, bury all my victims, kill 'em
Dig 'em up again, to say I did it
Snitch, excuse me, mind your business, bruh
Swear that you could get it, girl
She a fashion killer, huh? Killer girl, I'm a go-getter, she get it, girl


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A friend's catch-up conversation with a fellow rapper who's been busy "thuggin' with my niggas, bruh," discussing their recent activities, their bond, and the importance of loyalty among friends. [/INST]

Lyrics: Flacko, where you been? I've been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh
Flacko, how you been? I'm still thuggin' with my niggas, bruh
Flacko, where you been? I've been thuggin' with my niggas, bruh
Flacko, how you been? I've been thuggin' with my...
Buggin' with my niggas, gold sluggin'
Tell me who fuckin' with my niggas
Who run it, my niggas, fuck the fussin', they buckin' and bussin'
Now niggas slump over Robitussin in public
Cup full of purple substance or something
My niggas, the only thing that move me: 'Excuse me'


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A person is expressing their confidence, determination, and focus on their goals, while acknowledging that they're not afraid to take risks and challenge the status quo. They're also seeking advice and information from others while reminding them that they won't hold back, and they're prepared to confront any obstacles that come their way. [/INST]

Lyrics: Excuse me, I tell them they're excused
What's the word around town, tell me what's the latest news
And, uh, who them niggas, I tell 'em we them dudes
Ain't got time to make excuses, bruh, we steady making moves
And I, run the game even when they bend the rules
I pay very close attention after that I pay my dues
And, uh, excuse me, may I be excused?
'Cause I gave this shit my all, ain't got nothin' left to lose


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A hip-hop artist rapping about their stage name, "Flacko," while emphasizing its repetition and rhythm. [/INST]

Lyrics: Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko, Flacko


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A song expressing frustration and defiance against those doubting the ambitions and aspirations of the artist and their crew, embracing their West Coast connections and challenging industry critics. [/INST]

Lyrics: You know us big mouth Harlem niggas don't know how to act
I got my West Coast connection
These dead in the street industry mothafuckas
Talkin' 'bout we can't eat, talking 'bout we brand new guys
Tell them niggas "Suck a dick!"


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Describe a scene in a project-filled urban neighborhood where people are dressed in camouflage and wearing gold teeth, with a focus on their unique style, street slang, and their loyalty to their friends and family. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm camo'd down to my boxers, gold teeth, a Bathing Ape
It's animals in my projects, like monkeys, orangutans
Banana clip on that chopper, I hold heat, bangers bang
(Let Chiquita speak) Bet it keep the peace, that Lil B, brrangadang
I don't care if you blue or you red flagging
Hair swinging, my pants sagging
Hoes all on my bandwagon, your bitch gagging, she jet lagging
All my cuz niggas, what's cracking?
All my blood niggas, what's popping?
I ain't set tripping, I just happen
To know who click-clacking, you mismatching
Fuck swagging, you been jacking, fuck fly, I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon, my bitch drive it, my friends crash it
Niggas threat with the chit-chatting, see a nigga don't shit happen
I'm finna blow on that Bin Laden, so talk money, pig latin
(Suck my fuckin' dick, bitch!)


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A rapper boasts about their wealth, flashy lifestyle, and fashion choices, while also giving praise to God and mentioning a scar on their face. [/INST]

Lyrics: Uh
They call me F-L-A-C-K-O and don't play, no, 'bout my papes
Baked potato on that Draco, new bandana on my face
Ain't no stains up on my drapes, squeaky clean, fuck you say?
Peep them teeth, no dentures please
Princess cut, no dentist, please
Say cheese for the cameras (Ayy)
Eight Gs for the dancers (Ayy)
Benjis in the safe (That's right, ayy)
Bentleys for the phantoms (Uh)
But they all go to waste (Uh)
So what more can I say?
Praise to the Lord, give him grace
The scar on my face
But w-wait


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Input:
You're the king of the world, Scarface, and nothing can stop you. [/INST]

Lyrics: (ecafracS ,sruoy si dlrow ehT)
The world is yours, Scarface, nigga
(ecafracS ,sruoy si dlrow ehT)


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A rapper discusses their new lifestyle and recent experiences, while also referencing their dedication to their craft and the influence of Scarface on them. [/INST]

Lyrics: I ain't duckin' niggas, I ain't duckin' bullets either
Shit, I ain't duck sauce since I became a vegan
Nigga, Flacko Jodye season
Prada pants before the season
Probably ducked off in a quiet place wit' ya breezy
Prada shades, that's probably why you couldn't see him
Shittin' me? (Boy)
You might also like
I would like to dedicate
To the scar on my face
All the stars of the globe
The world is yours, Scarface
I would like to dedicate this
To the scar on my face
Many stars on the globe
The world is yours, Scarface


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A song about a day spent in a notorious New York neighborhood, where the protagonist is not engaging in traditional activities, but rather just enjoying the atmosphere and people-watching. [/INST]

Lyrics: Uh, fuck no, this ain't no hookah
Smokin' while I'm strollin' down Wooster
Buck fifty, my babushka
No pistol poppers and prostituters
Card scammers and the Prada boosters
Low top, yeah, the powder blue ones
Robber too, huh? Power to ya
Hallelujah, better pray to God


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A song about a person's ambition and success, with a focus on their scar and the influence it has had on their life, as well as their pursuit of wealth, power, and excess. [/INST]

Lyrics: I would like to dedicate
To the scar on my face
All the stars of the globe
The world is yours, Scarface
I would like to dedicate this
To the scar on my face
Many stars of the globe
The world is yours, Scarface
Uh, pearls and diamonds, that's excessive
Money, power, that's excessive
Money problems, that's expected
Marijuana, ass, and breastes
Pearls and diamonds, that's excessive
Money, power, that's excessive
Money problems, that's expected
Marijuana, ass, and breastes


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A song about someone struggling with the emotional turmoil of balancing two conflicting feelings, and giving advice to someone who is trying to approach them. [/INST]

Lyrics: Do just what I tell you (Uh)
Don't come in any closer (Uh)
And no one will get hurt
'Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two (Uh)


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Input:
A confident, charismatic individual goes on a journey, facing challenges and enemies, while maintaining their swagger and poise. They express determination, power, and perseverance in the face of adversity, and are ultimately victorious in their endeavors. [/INST]

Lyrics: Whip— Whippin' Whitney, my mama as a witness
Bitches lickin' and lockin' up my Swishers
Once she blow my whistle, she know it's dismissal
Spread the news, I'm official, now hop out my foreign vessel (Uh)
Before I get aggressive, forget it, war-ready
Already tested, tears and blood invested
'Til my cardiac's arrested and my 40 ounce is empty
Show me what you owe me and a porterhouse with that (Uh)
Black magic on the tires, only I
Roll— Rollin' down a lonely mile, phony smile
Warrants, police on me now, still tourin'
And my chain, it may slow me down, cheer for it
Pain in its purest form
Don't complain, I came to reign from here forward
Still 'noid, so the crib got clear doors
Burnin' planes in my Air Force
And all I can see is Clearports (Uh)
Sing
Louder
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer
Don't come in any closer (Uh)


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Write a lyrics for a song that expresses a character's simple desires and priorities in life, using repetition to emphasize the importance of these desires. [/INST]

Lyrics: So I say pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
That's all a nigga need
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
That's all a nigga need
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
That's all a nigga need
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
That's all a nigga need


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Write a song about a person's simple desires in life, focusing on three primary things they prioritize. [/INST]

Lyrics: So I say pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
That's all a nigga need
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
That's all a nigga need
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
That's all a nigga need
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed
That's all a nigga need


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Input:
A group of friends expressing their dedication to achieving their goals, despite challenges they face, over a catchy beat and the aroma of smoke in the background. [/INST]

Lyrics: Smoke, Ty Beats
Better do it 'til we get right, uhh


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A song that celebrates a carefree and confident lifestyle, using the color purple to represent the unique and flashy style of its protagonist. The song is about being unapologetic and embracing one's flamboyance, while enjoying the company of various women and driving flashy cars. [/INST]

Lyrics: Purple drank, I still sip, purple weed blunt still lit
Real nigga, real bitch, purple swag, that trill shit
Them candy cars, I'm coming down, that paint drip, I still tip
That pimp shit, she ain't plan to fuck, I pick her up, I still hit
That's swag, bitch


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The singer is describing a world where everything is purple and they express their personal style and confidence with the word "swag. [/INST]

Lyrics: "I said"
Everything is purple (Swag)
Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag)
"I said"
Everything is purple (Swag)
Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag)


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Purple swag is taking over, and everyone's feeling the vibe of this catchy new sound. The lyrics describe a carefree, confident attitude and a focus on enjoying life. People are dressing in purple and partying to the beat of this new sound, with everyone wanting to be a part of the purple swag movement. [/INST]

Lyrics: Purple swag, purple swag, I'm in the zone, I'm getting throwed
That purple swag, purple swag, that purple smoke up in my clothes
That big booty, juicy fruity, yellow bone, I wanna bone
I'm getting dome, I took her out, dick in her mouth, she getting on
I'm flexing steel, I'm flexing still, I'm sitting high, I'm tipping slow
I'm Texas trill, Texas trill, but in NY we spit it slow
I got these boppas going crazy, they see me coming
Robitussin, quit discussing, ASAP tell these niggas something, swag
You might also like
"I said"
Everything is purple (Swag)
Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag)
"I said"
Everything is purple (Swag)
Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag)


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Write a song about a person who is confident in their abilities and laws, but wonders if anyone will support them if they falter. [/INST]

Lyrics: And I'm a man of my word, that I got nothin' at all
So tell me now does it hurt or is it too late? I'm a man of my law
I gotta keep my weight up, but who will lean if I fall?
But never mind, I'm fly, you know (Yeah)


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Imagine a song that revolves around the theme of self-discovery and finding happiness in the connections we make with others. The lyrics should convey the idea of cherishing the memories made during this journey, as well as emphasizing the importance of an "electric body" or a strong, vibrant, and energetic presence. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ohh, memories
Ohh, memories
Ohh, memories
Ohh, memories
We've got electric body, we found ourselves the perfect way
Ohh, memories
We've got electric body, never gonna be alone
Ohh, memories
We've got electric body, we found ourselves the perfect way
Ohh, memories
We've got electric body, we've got electric body
Ohh, memories
We've got electric body, we've got electric body


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A rapper reflects on their life, including their streetwise reputation, their hustle, and the loyalty of their friends. The chorus emphasizes that they are always there for their friends, no matter what. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane
Sell a whole thang from the cellphone rang
I'm the dope mane, bitches sniffing cocaine
All my young niggas know that they could always
Call me, call me, call me
Always
Call me, call me, call me
Always
Call me, call me, call me
Always
Call me, call me, call me
If-if-if you see me trouble, bitch


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A catchy song about selling a unique item with gold chains, a wood grain finish, and a connection to propane, inspired by a cellphone ring. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, right)
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Yeah, yeah)
Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, yeah)
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Uh, right)


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Create a catchy song about a person who frequently receives calls on their cellphone and has a fascination with gold chains, wood grain, and propane. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, right)
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Yeah, yeah)
Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, yeah)
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Uh, right)
Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, right)
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Yeah, yeah)
Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane (Yeah, yeah)
Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang (Uh, right)


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A rebellious individual expressing their determination and resilience despite the challenges they face in their life, specifically with regards to authority, friendships, and their status within a particular social group. [/INST]

Lyrics: Fuck home, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin'
Can't forget that I'm golden, can't forget where I'm going
Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies
Can't forget that I'm a OG, better act like you know it (Oh, yeah)


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Write a song about overcoming adversity, confidence, and achieving success while juggling different aspects of life and work. [/INST]

Lyrics: Blunt smoke, smoke weed, codeine, cough
Tell that bitch that I'm awesome, better back the fuck up off me
Coco, Céline, Tiffany, she flossing (Oh)
Ain't concerned with who bought these
Can't forget that she bossy
When y'all was buying surfboards trying to ride the wave
I was cooking up another fucking tidal wave (Brrr)
Had to get entitled motherfuckers out the way
Had to take another title, sorry for the wait (Oop)
Barely ever took a break on, fashion like my time need
More hours in a day, I apologize if I'm late
Tap the vein, whoa, barely look like I'm awake
Darker shades, bluer veins, bluer money in the bankroll


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A rapper reminiscing about their humble beginnings, overcoming adversity, and rising to the top [/INST]

Lyrics: Fuck home, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin'
Can't forget that I'm golden, can't forget where I'm going
Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies
Can't forget that I'm a OG, better act like you know it
You might also like
I remember I was poor and
When I was young and living homeless
Now I rock the Ricky Owens
Eyes lookin' like he rollin'
Got new bags under my eyelids
New bags up in my closets
New bags like I went shoppin'
New bags on new bags
Mind's better at seeing two now (Ah, down)
Needing up on my downtime (Down, down)
Hit the waves with the new sound (Down, down)
House tunes but it's screwed down
That's dope (Sauce)
Take a sec to thank the Lord, 'nother one to call my folks
Hit my momma on the phone, she like "Son, you the boss" (Ah)
Focus, don't get caught up in the moment (Ah)
Can't forget that I'm golden, don't forget that I'm chosen


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A song about defying societal norms and expectations, staying true to oneself, and maintaining loyalty among friends and family in a challenging environment. [/INST]

Lyrics: Fuck home, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin'
Can't forget that I'm golden, can't forget where I'm going
Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies
Can't forget that I'm a OG, better act like you know it


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In this song, the lyrics depict a strong, powerful individual who is often misunderstood and called a witch. Despite facing adversity and challenges, they remain unshakeable and determined, constantly reminding themselves of their golden status and the path they're on. They also emphasize the importance of loyalty and authenticity in their relationships, rejecting fake homies and enemies. The lyrics also suggest a resistance to societal norms and authority, with phrases like "fuck home, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin'. [/INST]

Lyrics: They called me a witch, burned me like saffron
My matter is golden, a child of the Odyssey
My touch is righteous, like virus my Midas
I'm golden
He told me when I'm present, chosen
So hold me tight, I swear, I'm golden
Fuck home, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin' (Golden)
Can't forget that I'm golden, can't forget where I'm going (Ahh, yeah)
Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies (Ahh)
Can't forget that I'm a OG, better act like you know it


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The lyrics should be about someone being extremely busy with various tasks and responsibilities, and feeling overwhelmed or frustrated by it all, while also acknowledging the importance of taking a break and apologizing for any unintentional neglect of personal relationships. [/INST]

Lyrics: I've been busy (Busy, busy)
I've been fuckin' busy, I've been busy fuckin'
I've been all kinds of busy, or sorta kinda busy
Like shorty is we fuckin'? Well if not then fuck it
Apologies to the fam, we thought we ducked 'em
Said I was in a rush but I was busy rushin'
It's busy shit, busy that, busy this
And I need a minute (Hold on)


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Think about the constant struggle to find inner peace and the voice inside our heads that keeps reminding us of it. [/INST]

Lyrics: See this what that voice in your head says
When you try to get peace of mind
"I gotta find peace of mind" (Ooh, going to find)
"I gotta find peace of mind" (I'm going to find)
"I gotta find peace of mind" (Yeah)


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The narrator reflects on the camaraderie and aspirations of their rap collective, celebrating their successes and mourning the loss of fellow members. They pay tribute to their late friend, Big Phil and A$AP Yams, emphasizing the importance of staying true to their motto, "Always Striving and Prospering. [/INST]

Lyrics: Gang! Gang
They tryna front on the gang!
They going to remember my name
Ayy, anybody ever took the time to ask Rocky what A$AP mean to him?
Well if so, he'll probably tell you, "Always Striving and Prospering"
A$AP, partna'! Free my nigga, Cap
R.I.P. Big Phil, R.I.P. A$AP Yams
Ya dig? (Gang!)


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A rapper is expressing his feelings about leaving behind the old lifestyle, adapting to fame, and getting involved with the "gang" in a new way. The lyrics involve the use of "gang" as a symbol for his crew, and the idea of making a statement in the music industry. [/INST]

Lyrics: Gang! Gang! Them boys not flexing the same
I'm done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang! Gang! I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang, it's time to fuck up the whole game!


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The song is about the soothing and monotonous rhythm of a heartbeat and the calming effect it has on the listener. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Hmm-hmm-hmm)
(Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm)
(Hmm-hmm-hmm)
Hmm


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A song about a group of friends who have grown tired of the trappings of fame and are ready to shake up the industry and make a statement. [/INST]

Lyrics: Gang! Gang! Them boys not flexing the same
I'm done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang! Gang! I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell 'em don't fuck with the gang, it's time to fuck up the whole game!
(Game, game, game, game)


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Create a song that emphasizes the loyalty and truthfulness of the gang, while also exploring the internal struggles of a member facing the consequences of their actions. [/INST]

Lyrics: Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon' remember my name
True to truth somehow (Gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I'm dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all
Then I wake, it's kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (Then and now)
I never meant to lie


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A song about the excitement and camaraderie of hanging out with friends in the neighborhood, particularly as gangstas greet each other with the popular slang, "Wassup. [/INST]

Lyrics: Clams Casino, A$AP (Wassup)
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" (Wassup, hey)
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" (Wassup, hey)


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A rapper reminiscing about past experiences, celebrating material wealth, and confronting the harsh realities of life, all while sharing their perspective on what truly matters. [/INST]

Lyrics: Back once again, sipping Henn', mixed with juice and gin
Bitches in, couple lady friends countin' Benjamins
Spinners spin on them twenty twins, that Mercedes Benz
Dividends made a change of plans, well that all depends
Shout-out my parolees and I smoke that OG
Kush motherfuck' the police, all my niggas rock gold teeth
So hood and we so street, sippin' on that codeine
We hustle hard, no sleep, your bitch loose, that's no leash
I ain't talking 'bout no money, I ain't talking 'bout no cars
Talking 'bout no diamonds 'cause that shit is a façade
Times is really hard, I fucked a couple broads
Smoked some purple out the jars, let me tell you who we are


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A rapper confidently expressing their pride in representing Harlem and urging others to stop complaining, assuring that they will succeed in a short amount of time. [/INST]

Lyrics: I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell 'em quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second
Pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell 'em quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second


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Input:
Wassup" is a popular greeting in the urban community, and this song takes the listener on a journey through the lives of individuals who are seen and interacted with in their neighborhood. The protagonist, who has an unmatched confidence and flamboyance, is noticed by the local gangstas. The song also delves into the protagonist's unique fashion choices, financial success, and nonchalant attitude despite people's disapproval. [/INST]

Lyrics: See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" (Wassup)
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" (Wassup)
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" (Wassup)
See me in the hood (Uh), the gangstas saying, "Wassup" (Wassup)
Uh
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Pretty nigga in some shit you never hear of
Only thing bigger than my ego is my mirror (Uh)
Clothes getting weirder
Money get longer, pretty nigga pin your hair up (Uh)
The nerve of this dude
But I'm cool as a vent, 40 ounce full of brew


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A confident individual from Harlem, expressing their determination to overcome obstacles and make a name for themselves in the face of adversity. [/INST]

Lyrics: I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell 'em quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second
Pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell 'em quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second
I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell 'em quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second
Pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm reppin'
Tell 'em quit the bitchin', we gon' make it in a second


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Imagine a song where the lyrics describe a character who is recognized and greeted by gang members in their hood, repeating the phrase "Wassup" multiple times. [/INST]

Lyrics: See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" (Wassup)
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" (Wassup)
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" (Wassup)
See me in the hood, the gangstas saying, "Wassup" (Wassup)


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Input:
The rise of a young man who goes from struggling to find success and friendships, to becoming a respected figure in his community. [/INST]

Lyrics: Back once again
Chilling in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or the gin
Finna ask can I pass to her friend
Then a nigga smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again
Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin
Then it's back to the back of the Benz
Lean back in the back with the Henn and a crap
When I tap that that, then attack, never tax, never that that
Max on the ends, spend ends, I remember way back when
A mothafucka used to have to borrow cash from my friends
Friends, just to put a snack up in the fridge
When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back
Now the kids all look up to me
Them bitches wanna fuck with me
My idols say what's up to me
From ugly to comfortably, suddenly
It all changed man, it was just like yesterday
Times was so ugly and now I'm comfortable
I just only can thank God, suddenly
Everything changed before my eyes by my surprise
A$AP


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A scorned lover, frustrated and hurt by a past relationship, vows to move past their pain and find strength in the situation. [/INST]

Lyrics: Adjust to pain
It hurt too bad to say, to say you left me, left me
Fuckin' with the wrong man
(Left me) Said she fuckin’ with the wrong man
Ever since she left me


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Input:
Someone finds themselves in a situation where they're being influenced or treated poorly by the people around them, specifically someone they're trying to avoid or escape from. [/INST]

Lyrics: I guess you fell into the wrong hands, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And now you're F-in' with the wrong man, man
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah


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You took some time away from me, but I see that you made your mind. Just read the signs, it's clear to see. I'm trying to make you mine, because love is blind and you're hurt, but it's fine. To heal, it takes some time. [/INST]

Lyrics: You took some time away from me (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I see you made your mind (Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Just read the signs, it’s clear to see (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'm tryna make you mine (Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
'Cause love is blind, you're hurt, it's fine (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
To heal, it takes some time (Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)


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A woman has ended up with a man she shouldn't have, leading to a series of unfortunate and possibly dangerous consequences. [/INST]

Lyrics: I guess you fell into the wrong hands, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And now you're F-in' with the wrong man, man
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
You might also like
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah


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Input:
Remember the good old days when we used to take Tokyo trips and go shopping, planning for a future with kids? But now, things have changed and life has led us down different paths. I can't help but think about you, and wonder if you still have feelings for me. The person you're with now doesn't fulfill you, and I can't help but laugh when I see you with them. [/INST]

Lyrics: Tokyo trips, shoppin' sprees full of gifts
I remember we would dream about kids
Tryna get that V with that crib
Back when you used to be’s with that Crip
Gotta give a little to get
A little bit in return now, tables turn now
And you heard ’bout me and my bitch
I'm just tryna chill
’Cause lately I've been thinkin' 'bout you and rebuildin’
Walking 'round like you lost feelings
I can tell he not fulfilling
You in love with me still
They say only if looks could kill, for real
You walk around town with that guy
When you pass by (Ah-ah)
I just laugh like (Ah-ah)
I guess you fell into the wrong hands, yeah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
And now you're F-in' with the wrong man, man
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah


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Imagine a song where the lyrics are only a series of repetitive vocalizations, expressing pure emotion without any particular meaning or narrative. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah


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Rap about the significance of a specific letter or symbol, using it as a representation of wealth and status. [/INST]

Lyrics: Talkin' about M's
Talkin' bout M's, nigga, M's
Make 'em talk about, make 'em talk about M's
Nigga, talkin' bout M's
Nigga, talkin' bout M's
Nigga, talkin' bout M's
Make 'em talk about, talkin' bout M's, nigga
Talkin' bout M's


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A rapper discusses their recent obsession with the accumulation of wealth and the related benefits, such as a growing bank account and increasing YouTube views. [/INST]

Lyrics: It's like lately all I ever seem to think about is M's, nigga
Talkin' 'bout M's
See the same thing all up in my bank account
M's, nigga, talkin' 'bout M's
And my YouTube account say the same amount
M's, nigga, talkin' 'bout M's


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Create a song lyrics where the artist is expressing their confidence in the authenticity of their music and the impact it will have on their fans from Harlem, particularly those who are deeply connected to the East Coast hip-hop scene. The lyrics should also emphasize the artist's unapologetic attitude, showcasing their indifference towards criticism or negative reactions as they embrace their "trill" and "ignorant" nature. [/INST]

Lyrics: Uh, goddamn
How real is this?
I know them Harlem
Niggas gon' be feelin' this
East Coast nigga (Uh)
But how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit
My ignorance is still a bliss
Uh, goddamn
How real is this?
I know them Harlem
Niggas gon' be feelin' this
East Coast nigga (Uh)
But how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit
My ignorance is still a bliss (Uh)


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Write a song lyrics that emphasize self-confidence and acknowledges the power of the artist's name. [/INST]

Lyrics: So recognize that shit
You better fuckin' recognize that fuckin' name right now...
I recognize, I recognize
A$AP
Recognize that shit, A$AP
A$... fucking $AP
I recognize
You don't put no fuckin' fear in my heart


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A rapper brags about their success and wealth, mentioning their interactions with various people, while highlighting their high-end jewelry and the influence they have on others. [/INST]

Lyrics: These other niggas so-so, they open off my mojo
Spanish Sophie with a half a kilo by her cho-cho
Blow it out your culo, who got dough on the smoke, though?
My partner had cinco, now we blowin' on that ocho
Bozos love my rose gold, purple got me slow-mo'
Stuntin' like I'm Dorothy but my rubies in my gold, though
What you think this four for, these niggas must be loco
Steppin' on these bricks and for your fix so call me Toto
Follow me, follow me, follow me now


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A confident and wealthy individual boasts about their luxurious lifestyle, including their new Cadillac, a badass companion, and an impressive collection of weapons and valuables. They also mention their influence and reputation in the area, as well as their preference for intimate, raw relationships. [/INST]

Lyrics: Now I'ma come through getting down
Got a new Cadillac with a diamond in the back
Got a bitch, and she bad with about a hundred tats
Got my goons on deck, and we got a hundred straps
What you know about that, got me swaggin' to the max
Everybody know we got the shit and baggages to match
Better come correct, fuck what the basis is
Gold grills like a set of new braces is
You might also like
Why they comment on my set, though?
They lookin' cause my neck gold
And I let that TEC show (Hu-huh-huh), hear that echo?
Let go, that medal, .38 special, to your threshold
Niggas actin' petro, like they sexual was metro
Bunch of bad bitches fuckin' out on tour
Like it through the back door, give it to her raw
Shimmy Shimmy Ya: ODB, ODB
Fuckin' other niggas' broads: OPP, OPP


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In a song about the lavish lifestyle and excess, a rapper brags about his popularity, wealth, and the attention he gets from women. He references smoking weed, making money, and partying with friends. [/INST]

Lyrics: Comin' down stuntin' like a bitch, bitches on my dick
On the set and they like the nicotine to cigarette
How they fiending for a nigga, got these hoes up on my sack
Got my niggas in the back, couple bitches in the back
A$AP, where it's at, where that weed? How that cake?
Bitches all up in my face, back back, give me space
'Cause you know how we do it, niggas scream A$AP
Ayy, Clams nigga, tell me where that bass at?


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A song featuring Clams Casino and A$AP Rocky, with a heavy focus on the bass line, as they celebrate their unique style and swag. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bass, uhh! Bass, uhh! Bass, uhh! Bass, uhh!
Bass, uhh! Bass, uhh! Bass, uhh!
Bass, bass, bass, bass, bass
Bass, bass, bass, bass
Yeah, Clams Casino, nigga, A$AP
Where that bass? Where that bass, Clams?
Harlem, yeah, where that bass? Trill shit
Trill shit from a trill nigga, all my purple people
I be that pretty mothafucka' (Swag)
Bass, bass!


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A rapper receives a divine message, questioning the intelligence of a particular group of people. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ayy, I have a message from the Most High
That says: "This negra kept his soul from the Devil."
It's true, I guess I mean, wait a minute now
Is your people really that God damn ign'ant? Really? Really?


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A rapper excitedly testing their microphone before starting a performance, while emphasizing the quality of their mic and the anticipation for the show to begin. [/INST]

Lyrics: Uh, my mic sounds nice, check one (Woo!)
My mic sounds nice, check two (Uh-huh, yeah-yeah)
Testing, one-two, one-two, let's go (Uh-huh, yeah-yeah)
(Uh, woo!) Let's go
(Uh, uh, yeah-yeah) Let's go
My mic sounds nice, check one (Yeah, yeah)
My mic sounds nice, check two (Yeah, testing, testing, woo!)


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Input:
Imagine being in a state of euphoria, surrounded by your favorite people and enjoying the energy of a lively park while listening to your favorite music and feeling the rhythm in your bones. [/INST]

Lyrics: Stoned-stoned when I'm in my zoney-zone
Smokin' on the homegrown, feeling like I'm all alone
Used to go to Kingdome, Rucker Park with Tony Tone (Harlem!)
Listenin' to Bone Bone, feelins in my bone bone


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A confident and unapologetic individual confronts their detractors, showing disregard for their criticism and asserting their dominance. [/INST]

Lyrics: I can tell it
I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about your clique, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch, ya heard? Uh
Shut the fuck up!


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Write a song that addresses the challenges faced by a person with an unconventional upbringing, and their struggles with maintaining relationships and finding their identity. [/INST]

Lyrics: My mama named me, my papa gave me cock to take a piss with
To fuck ya bitch with, life is different for me, for instance
The type of niggas spray his kids in some chicks
He wouldn't raise his kids with, that type of twisted sick shit
Come on, man
You might also like
What you say, nigga? Time's out
Let's start over with this conversation
You sound super crazy right now
And I got my two kids listenin'? (I'm just playing)
You said what? (I said I'm just-)
Uh-uh, nigga, you got me fucked up
Shut the fuck up!


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A defiant and confrontational song addressing someone who is constantly trying to put you down with negative comments and trying to take over your clique. The singer is fed up and ready to stand up for themselves, expressing their disdain for the negativity and asserting their dominance. [/INST]

Lyrics: I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about your clique, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch, ya heard?
Shut the fuck up!


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Input:
Describe the streets and notable locations of an uptown neighborhood in a catchy and energetic manner. [/INST]

Lyrics: Peep my repertoire, Uptown esplanade
Eleanor, Druham, Nickel goin too HAM (C'mon)
AK, Jackie Rob, East 11, 99
Lenox Ave, VLONE, Eastside, Wingstone (Yeah, Uptown)


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A person is talking about their experiences and feelings while being high, mentioning attending games at the Kingdome and Rucker Park, and listening to music that makes them feel connected to their "bone bone". [/INST]

Lyrics: Stoned-stoned when I'm in my zoney-zone
Smokin' on the homegrown, feeling like I'm all alone (Yeah)
Used to go to Kingdome, Rucker Park with Tony Tone (C'mon, that's right)
Listenin' to Bone Bone, feelins in my bone bone (Yeah, yeah)


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Write a song that addresses the importance of loyalty and unity in the face of adversity, focusing on the themes of Harlem pride and resilience in the face of dissent. [/INST]

Lyrics: I can tell it
I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard? (Take that, yeah)
I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard? (Ya heard?)
I could give a fuck about your clique, ya heard? (Take that)
Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch, ya heard? Uh (Take that, take that)
Ayo, we don't give a fuck about none of that shit
This is Harlem, motherfuckers (Yeah, take that, take that)
The fuck you think? (Uptown, nigga!)
Mob, A$AP, Same Gang, Tone Wop
Harlem