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A rapper's life in the drug trade, overcoming challenges, and embracing their newfound wealth and lifestyle. [/INST]

Lyrics: Dope just touched down, I'm so grateful
Numbers so low, bitch, be thankful
They say don't let money change you
That's how we know money ain't you
Bitch, I been had, bitches been bad
We buy big boats, bitch, I'm Sinbad
Downright sinful, bitch, we been full
All my dopeboys, we like kinfolk
BMore burnt spoon, DC glass pipe
VA sent bales, 'bout that trap life
Blew through thousands, we made millions
Cocaine soldiers, once civilians
Bought hoes Hondas, took care children
Lent my pastor, build out buildin's
Rapped on classics, I been brilliant
Now we blend in, we chameleons, ahh


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Imagine a song that speaks about personal struggles, ambition, and the desire for companionship, while also showcasing confidence and dominance. [/INST]

Lyrics: Never have I been locked up in a world of misery
I need you darlin' to set me free
Come back, baby, try me one more time
Ooh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind
I can't—
You might also like
Who else got the luxury to drop when he want
'Cause nobody else can fuck with me? What a show-off
Nigga, wrist for wrist—let's have a glow-off
Fuck it, brick for brick—let's have a blow-off
If we go by connections made
I can still climb ladders when complexions fade (Yugh)
White on white, that's the testa
Black on black, that's the Tesla
See these diamonds in this watch face?
All that shit came from pressure
They don't miss you 'till you gone with the wind
And they tired of dancin' like a Ying Yang Twin
You can't have the Yin without the Yang, my friend
Real niggas bring balance to the game I'm in (Yugh)
Can't escape the scale if I tried
Interstate trafficking's alive
Push


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A song about a person's rise from humble beginnings, the challenges they've faced, and their desire for freedom and redemption, as well as their determination to succeed and live life to the fullest. [/INST]

Lyrics: Never have I been locked up in a world of misery
I need you darlin' to set me free
Come back, baby, try me one more time
Ooh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind
I can't—
Still fresh off the boat, niggas
Don't make me super-soak niggas
Your life ends up a quote, nigga
The good die young, all dogs go to heaven
It's really just momma's fallin' out on the reverend
I play musical chairs with these squares
Rich flair before they was Ric Flair's
Cocaine concierge, longest runnin' trapper of the year
Stood the test of time like Dapper Dan
Season my sauce like Zatarain's
Is he still in the caravan? (No)
It's a mil' in the caravan? (Whoa)
Richard Mille on a leather band (Ooh)
Behind the wheel like an ambulance (Go)
On my way up to Maryland (Gone)


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A hopeless romantic pleading with their long-lost love to return, promising to prove their worthiness and fearing they may lose their sanity if they don't get another chance. [/INST]

Lyrics: Never have I been locked up in a world of misery
I need you darlin' to set me free
Come back, baby, try me one more time
Ooh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind
I can't—
Come back, baby, try me one more time
Ooh, baby, I'm 'bout to go out of my mind
I—I can't—


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Input:
The ever-changing nature of the world and its values, exemplified through the inconsistency of prices and the unpredictable fluctuations in life. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yesterday's price is not today's price
Like, like—like, crack—crack, like, like
Like, li—li—crack, crack, crack


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Describe a scene where the speaker and their friends are playing a fictional game, while also discussing their lives, preferences, and accomplishments. [/INST]

Lyrics: Imaginary players ain't been coached right
Master recipes under stove lights
The number on this jersey is the quote price
You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right?
Everybody get it off the boat, right?
But only I can really have a snow fight
Detroit nigga challenge, what's your dope like?
If your Benz bigger, step it up to Ghost life
Missy was our only misdemeanor
My tunnel vision's better under stove lights
You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right?
My workers compensated so they don't strike


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A rapper is reminiscing about their rise to fame and success, as well as the obstacles they overcame and the challenges they faced. They also boast about their material possessions, alluding to their wealth and influence. The rapper seems to be addressing their haters, and has a competitive nature, challenging others to step up their game. [/INST]

Lyrics: Wish me luck, see green like Don Bishop
The ones you trust don’t change like them chains you tuck
Far as I'm concerned, who's the best? Me and Yezos
Wash, then dry, so give me all of mine in pesos
Add it up (Add it up)
Your bitches in them pictures but they laser taggin' us
They mad at us, who wouldn't be?
We became everything you couldn't be
Everything your mama said you shouldn't be
The Porsche's horses revvin', like, "Look at me"
Saddle up
I'm still pitchin', baby, batter up
You might also like
Imaginary players ain't been coached right
Master recipes under stove lights
The number on this jersey is the quote price
You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right?
All you niggas get it off the boat, right?
But only I can really have a snow fight
Detroit nigga challenge, what's your dope like?
If your Benz bigger, step it up to Ghost life


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The song is about the luxurious lifestyle of rappers, their loyalty to their friends, and the challenges they face. [/INST]

Lyrics: The flow's untouched, the drums is tucked
Drive Cullinan when roads get rough
Snow’s a must, the nose adjust
Young Gs like we Hov and Puff
Best jewelries and hoes we lust
Chanel trinkets and hoes'll blush
Crush hearts like pretty boys
And we drivin' pretty toys
Extendos will make plenty noise
Crescendo make your car endo
Pierce your car window
Missy was our only misdemeanor
Nike box hold a hundred thou' with no insoles, uh
The crack era was such a Black era
How many still standin' reflectin' in that mirror?
Lucky me
Imaginary players ain't been coached right
Master recipes under stove lights
The number on this jersey is the quote price
You ordered Diet Coke, that's a joke, right?
All you niggas get it off the boat, right?
But only I can really have a snow fight
Detroit nigga challenge, what's your dope like?
If your Benz bigger, step it up to Ghost life


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Write a song about overcoming personal challenges and pursuing success, using metaphors and imagery to express the journey. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't never feel pain
'Cause I done felt too much pain
Money earned in the rain
Blood flowing through my veins
I'm just doing my thing
Getting money, baby girl, gold chains


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A song that talks about resilience and overcoming pain, with lyrics focused on the experiences of individuals who have faced significant challenges in life. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't never feel pain
'Cause I done felt too much pain
Standing in the rain
Blood flowing through my veins
I ain't never did a thing
Getting money, rocking chains
You'll never feel the same
We the thugs in the game
I don't never feel pain


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The pain we experience can sometimes be seen as a positive force, driving us forward and shaping our character. This can be metaphorically linked to a 'drug dealer' who operates with ruthless efficiency, leaving an indelible impact on those who interact with him. The mention of 'spare the women and the children' refers to a certain mercy or code, while 'hear the scribbles of the villain' suggests that even in the face of darkness, there is still an artistic or creative element to the story. [/INST]

Lyrics: Pain is joy when it cries
It's my smile in disguise
It's what makes the story chilling
Spare the women and the children
Hear the scribbles of the villain
Yuugh, this is drug dealer brilliance


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Imagine a world where money, power, and temptation seem to control everyone's actions, and one person stands out as an anti-establishment figure, trying to fight against the corruption they see around them. This person is constantly being pulled into the cycle of wealth, indulgence, and excess, and tries to resist the lure of the popular "vices". The song's lyrics should reflect this struggle, using strong language and metaphors to emphasize the addictive nature of these vices. [/INST]

Lyrics: I see the strangest things
The evil that money brings
I swear it’s like a disease
That goes round and round and round like sirens
And they wanna bury me
Why? Cause I’m anti everything
I swear it’s like a disease
That goes round and round and round like sirens
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy after all
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy, had it all


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Create a song that uses slang and colloquial expressions to emphasize the importance of material possessions and superficial relationships in modern society. [/INST]

Lyrics: Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy after all
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy, had it all


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Imagine a song about the materialistic lifestyle, where the artist is expressing their disdain towards people who prioritize money, sex, and alcohol over everything else. [/INST]

Lyrics: Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy after all
Money, pussy, alcohol
You niggas pussy, had it all


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Input:
A song about a person who dreams of achieving success and waking up to find it's already come true. [/INST]

Lyrics: (And we way up, yeah, yeah)
(She wait up, yeah, yeah)
(I lay up, yeah, yeah)
Get in them drawers
(And we way up, yeah, yeah)
I had a dream I had it all
(She wait up, yeah, yeah)
(I lay up, yeah, yeah)
I woke up and really had it all


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A person is reminiscing about their past and the friends they used to make, while also acknowledging the challenges they faced and the people they encountered along the way. [/INST]

Lyrics: (I was dreamin' of the past)
It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh
(And my heart was beatin' fast)
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"


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Reflect on the struggles and successes in the world of hip-hop, while also showcasing personal triumphs and experiences with fame and fortune. [/INST]

Lyrics: Bruh, you niggas ain't flexin', you crampin'
My weight keepin' niggas on the bikes like Amblin
Weight loss, rent loss, scramblin' (I began to lose control)
Now pass the champagne to the champion
My niggas get money, get money, get money like Ye samplin' (I began to lose control)
Gun stutter, make the drumline like Grambling
MGM gamblin', blew a small mansion (I was dreamin' of the past)
Annoyed 'cause this bitch callin' Lanvin "Laen-ven"
Fuck who you stampin', them niggas just stand-ins (And my heart was beatin' fast)
Not me, they censor and block me
You hollerin', "Top five," I only see top me
Award shows the only way you bitches could rob me (I was dreamin' of the past)


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A song about a person who has gained wealth and success, but who still faces challenges and must navigate the complexities of life, with friends and others around them looking for a share of their good fortune. [/INST]

Lyrics: It's levels, it's layers, so pray for the players, uh
We hollowed the walls in back of bodegas, uh (And my heart was beatin' fast)
I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"


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Write a song about a person who is trying to prove their worth in the face of doubt and adversity, eventually finding success and fulfillment in their life. [/INST]

Lyrics: Walk it down like Brady, gets better with time
Didn't have to reinvent the wheel, just a better design
Critics: "He's out of his mind"; haters: "He's out of his prime" (I began to lose control)
Yet, always where the money's at like lottery signs
Still I climb, rockstar, Third Eye Blind (I began to lose control)
I was bored by these albums so it gotta be time
No reward for the latter, so it gotta be mine (I was dreamin' of the past)
Huff and Puff in the club, then I gotta be Shyne
Properties all across the board, this monopoly's mine (And my heart was beatin' fast)
'Came a minister in my prime so I gotta be Shyne
I used to watch The Fresh Prince and pray the house would be mine
Coulda bought it, but I ain't like the way the kitchen design (I was dreamin' of the past)
Born in the manger, the son of a stranger
When daddy's not home, the family's in danger (And my heart was beatin' fast)


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A person boasting about their abundance of resources, wealth, or opportunities, and hearing others asking for more from them. [/INST]

Lyrics: I got plenty, it's so many, yeah
They say, “Gimme, he got plenty, yeah"


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A confident and powerful individual takes control and makes a mark, facing challenges head-on and refusing to let others dictate their life or success. They are unapologetic and find motivation in their circumstances, while expressing their determination, resilience, and ambition. [/INST]

Lyrics: This is my time, this is my hour
This is my pain, this is my name, this is my power
If it's my reign, then it's my shower
This pole position, I made a lane 'cause they blocked ours
Dope boys, block bleeders, gold diggers don't stop either
Motivation is misguided, if you hit the mark, then it's not needed
Carry on like a carry on, on my side bitch I let tag along
Call me "daddy" from a complex
'Cause her mother's fucker wouldn't marry mom
No excuses, no regard, step on the brick like a promenade
Twenty thousand on calling cards
And I'm speaking Spanish like Don Omar


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A rapper is expressing his pride and confidence in being a part of the underground music scene, rapping about the realities of street life and distancing himself from singing catchy choruses. [/INST]

Lyrics: But I'm King Push, this king push
I rap, nigga, 'bout trap niggas, I don't sing hooks


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Write a song about a successful rapper reflecting on their past and addressing their haters, while emphasizing their loyalty to their roots and the importance of staying true to themselves. [/INST]

Lyrics: Fuck nigga with the sly talk
Miss me with all the pie talk
When them lights on you and them letters there
You point us out just like an eye-chart
But that's my fault, my details of the sidewalk
For eleven years, we seen better years
We was sellin' birds over the time port
My first Grammy was my first brick
Red carpet, every bad bitch
More BMF than Billboard
I got a label deal under my mattress
You might also like
'Cause I'm King Push, still King Push
I rap, nigga, 'bout trap niggas, I don't sing hooks, ah


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Imagine a song where the artist is exploring the concept of vultures exploiting a culture, and the struggles it faces. The artist also mentions the controversial figure Caine and his actions, as well as other influential artists like Black Zack de la Rocha and G Rap. The song includes a reference to the 50 Cent and cranberry Rossta, as well as a mention of the best D-boy and the difference between the artist and Jay-Z. [/INST]

Lyrics: Vultures to my culture
Exploit the struggle, insult ya
They name dropping 'bout Caine copping
But never been a foot soldier
Let's have another look, just get a little closer
Rage against the machine, black Zack de la Rocha
In a cranberry Rossta, inside track on the G rap poster
Best D-boy, all I'm missing is a dash
Difference 'tween me and Hova


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Write a verse for a song about embracing one's position as a rapper in the hip-hop world and focusing on trap-themed lyrics, while not compromising artistic integrity by singing catchy hooks. [/INST]

Lyrics: But I'm King Push, still King Push
I rap, nigga, 'bout trap niggas, I don't sing hooks, ah


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A song that describes a person confidently asserting their dominance and authority, backed by their firearm, while poking fun at the hypocritical nature of those who don't attend church regularly but suddenly seek spiritual guidance when threatened by the power of a weapon. [/INST]

Lyrics: Creep up on these niggas
Creep up on these niggas
Speak up on these niggas
Speak up on a nigga
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything
Go and make it bang, go and make it bang
Gettin’ followed by them hollows, go and make it bang
Niggas ain’t been to church in a minute
But it’s funny how that TEC make a nigga get religious
Amen!


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Input:
Describe the excitement and collaboration of G.O.O.D. Music and MMG coming together for a project. [/INST]

Lyrics: You know what happen when G.O.O.D. Music and MMG get together, right?
We get that money


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Imagine a song that describes someone's vivid, surreal experience in a room filled with hidden treasures and weapons. [/INST]

Lyrics: Millions-millions in the ceiling, millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling, millions-millions in the ceiling
Choppas-choppas in the closet, choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet, choppas-choppas in the closet
Millions-millions in the ceiling, millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling, millions-millions in the ceiling
Choppas-choppas in the closet, choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet, choppas-choppas in the closet


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Write a song about reaching spiritual heights, blending religion and street life, and the lavish lifestyle that comes with it. Mention the power of a phantom, the importance of paying tithes, and the struggle of staying grounded. [/INST]

Lyrics: This that shit that y'all wanted
This shit cook up hard, don't it?
Y'all gotta beg my pardon on it
But this shit sound like God don't it?
Yuugh, I'm tired, nigga
And y'all gotta pay your tithes, nigga
Call my Phantom the holy ghost
Church on chrome wheel tires, nigga
Pop tags when I'm paranoid
'Cause the pawn shop was my paradise
I was dead pop when that powder came
For that knot saved in that shoebox
Blue tops, blue tops, bad bitch in that blue fox
This big face is in Blu-Ray
And these black diamonds like Boondocks
You might also like
I restore the feelin' of when niggas made a killin'
Hidin' choppas in the closet, half a million in the ceiling
And them hoes with angel faces, cryin' loud with ill intentions
Just so I can buy them Christians
Have 'em shittin' on all they bitches, ah!


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A song about someone who has millions of things, both in the ceiling and hidden in the closet, and the repetitive, almost hypnotic nature of these items. [/INST]

Lyrics: Millions-millions in the ceiling, millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling, millions-millions in the ceiling
Choppas-choppas in the closet, choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet, choppas-choppas in the closet
Millions-millions in the ceiling, millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling, millions-millions in the ceiling
Choppas-choppas in the closet, choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet, choppas-choppas in the closet


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Input:
Compare the lives of two friends who seem to be succeeding in different ways, while still maintaining a similar lifestyle. Discuss how they both manage to keep up with the trends, while also reminding the listener of the importance of staying true to oneself. [/INST]

Lyrics: This that shit y'all ask for
Make a nigga mash on the gas, floor
Two-door, four-door
Roll through the hood like task force
Fast forward–oops! They say they wanna see proof
My record sales ain't much as theirs
And we still ride the same coupes
How we still fuck the same hoes
Why we still buy the same clothes
How we both got the same watch
I'm just keepin' y'all on y'all toes
Dope boys, gold mine
That price drop and that coke rise
Then set it over that blue flame
Then hang it dry like clothesline
I restore the feelin' of when niggas made a killin'
Hidin' choppas in the closet, half a million in the ceiling
Got the razor on the counter, Arm & Hammer in the kitchen
Just to keep my feet in Christians and keep fuckin' all y'all bitches


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Imagine a scene where the narrator is in a room filled with mysterious and perhaps magical objects. There are millions of items on the ceiling, and there are also hidden weapons in the closet. The lyrics are meant to create an atmosphere of excitement and intrigue as the listener is left wondering about the true nature of these objects and the significance of their presence in the room. [/INST]

Lyrics: Millions-millions in the ceiling, millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling, millions-millions in the ceiling
Choppas-choppas in the closet, choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet, choppas-choppas in the closet
Millions-millions in the ceiling, millions-millions in the ceiling
Millions-millions in the ceiling, millions-millions in the ceiling
Choppas-choppas in the closet, choppas-choppas in the closet
Choppas-choppas in the closet, choppas-choppas in the closet


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Write lyrics for a song that showcases the artist's confidence in their music and its unique sound, with a strong emphasis on the idea that their sound is divine or otherworldly. [/INST]

Lyrics: This that shit that ya'll wanted, this shit sound like God don't it
This that shit that ya'll wanted, this shit sound like God don't it
This that shit that ya'll wanted, this shit sound like God don't it
This that shit that ya'll wanted, this shit sound like God don't it


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A person is expressing their desire to return home despite feeling judged by their surroundings. [/INST]

Lyrics: Sorry, nigga, I'm tryna come home
Sorry, nigga, I'm tryna come home
Well, the walls are talkin' to me and I know you think I'm wrong
But, sorry, nigga, I'm tryna come home, hey!


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Write a song about a person's struggle to return to their roots and overcome the negative influences that keep them from reaching their destination. [/INST]

Lyrics: Sorry, nigga, I'm tryna come home
Sorry, nigga, I'm tryna come home
Well, the walls are talkin' to me and I know you think I'm wrong
But, sorry, nigga, I'm tryna come home, hey!


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A once close friend who turned to snitching and betrayal, causing great heartache and damage to a person's life and legacy. The protagonist laments the broken bond and seeks redemption or understanding in the face of potential consequences. [/INST]

Lyrics: Let's talk real niggas, let's speak real, nigga
How many niggas you knew snitchin' you ain't killed, nigga?
Covered his own tracks, he didn't care that
We had a legacy he killed, I got to wear that
Every move we ever made is gettin' stared at
I bet the man inside his mirror doesn't stare back
Break your heart when the man you call your brother
Be the same one that set in motion all them undercovers
Called my mom mother, was at my graduation
When I signed my record deal you was my motivation
Uh, from great friends now it's no affiliation
Divided by the time he was facin', once he told me that
Sorry, nigga, I'm tryna come home
Sorry, nigga, I'm tryna come home
I think the Feds are looking through me, can't you hear it in my tone?
So, then sorry, nigga, I'm tryna come home, hey!


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Write a song with lyrics that reflect the idea of adding or building something from nothing, using simple math as a metaphor. [/INST]

Lyrics: If I ain't got nothin’—
If I ain't got nothin'—
One plus one, plus one, plus one
Plus one, plus one, plus one equals two


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Express the desire for a return to an older style, describe a scene with foggy windows, emphasize the refusal to accept limits, and celebrate the wild and rebellious nature of rock n' roll. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, I’m sayin' somethin', they want it the old way (Yeah)
Comin' down the block, the windows are so hazy (Yeah)
Never said, "I can't," my nigga, there's no way (No way)
Every time we wild, that's rock n' roll, baby


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A struggling individual expressing their desire for success and a better life, reflecting on their current situation and aspirations. [/INST]

Lyrics: See, I'm losin' time
See, I really wanna live my life, oh
See, I want more, I want more, I want more
See a nigga try, yeah, oh, it never dries, oh
See, I want more, I want more, I want more


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A person is expressing their feelings about having nothing, but through simple mathematical addition, they realize that they still have something. [/INST]

Lyrics: If I ain't got nothin'—
If I ain't got nothin'—
One plus one, plus one, plus one
Plus one, plus one, plus one equals two
If I ain't got nothin'—
If I ain't got nothin'—
One plus one, plus one, plus one
Plus one, plus one, plus one equals two


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Input:
A young person struggling with the inevitability of death and the meaning of life. [/INST]

Lyrics: They're gonna die
Why would I wanna?


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Two friends from Norfolk and Brambleton reminisce about a wild night at Club Entourage, where they were both present when a close friend was hit by a car. The night included flashy cars, champagne, and a party atmosphere, but things took a serious turn when they witnessed their friend Q's tragic accident. The aftermath of the accident has left them unable to discuss the situation openly, as their friendship has been affected by the event. [/INST]

Lyrics: We was out in Brambleton after Pooh got hit
Club Entourage in that new drop six
Ice that'll snag any new hot bitch
Champagne super soaker screamin', "Who got this?"
Beach niggas wanted work that they could move out quick
But my Norfolk niggas, they was on some shoot-out shit
You and I, we were different like the two got mixed
Buyin' biggies, but was ridin' on some 2Pac shit
(Why would I wanna?)
We was both hurt when we see how Q dropped Bish'
Said we knew the ledge better, we thе new plot twist
Who knew your face bеin' all across the news outlets
Would mean forever I would never talk to you 'bout shit?
Huh


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Reflect on the past experiences with a former partner, remembering the old days when life was simpler and discussing how roles have changed over time, as well as the complexities of relationships and loyalty. [/INST]

Lyrics: Why would I wanna hold you down
When I know you now, the past is your go-to now?
Shit, we really used to roll around
Coppin' quarter pounds, from the border towns
And shit, Ferraris gettin' ordered now
Can't water down, godfathers to you daughters now
Shit, but let me bring it all around
Roles are different now, niggas need to tone it down
(Why would I wanna?)
It was sad watching dude in Vlad interviews
Really it's 'bout me, he channeled it through you
Had a million answers, didn't have a clue
Why Michael kissed Fredo in Godfather II
Names they concealed, I don't make up shit
This that no-witnesses-wrapped-in-duct-tape shit
Needed all my niggas just to move your brick
That had me on Brambleton back when Pooh got hit
Huh


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Describe how a person's priorities have changed from their past behaviors and how they see their future role in relation to their family and friends. [/INST]

Lyrics: Why would I wanna hold you down
When I know you now, the past is your go-to now?
Shit, we really used to roll around
Coppin' quarter pounds, from the border towns
And shit, Ferraris gettin' ordered now
Can't water down, godfathers to you daughters now
Shit, but let me bring it all around
Roles are different now, niggas need to tone it down


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A friend and I decided to buy a new gaming console, but we were conflicted about which one to choose. We joked about picking the most popular one, but it got us thinking about the different languages and versions of games available. The lyrics are a light-hearted reflection on our conversation and decision-making process. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah
I just ordered one, my nigga
Yeah


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Write lyrics describing yourself as a powerful, influential figure who is involved in various activities, from handling significant responsibilities to taking care of others. [/INST]

Lyrics: I'm still a snow-mover, blow harder than tuba
Designated shooters, turn weed to woolers
Condo in Atlanta, money counters like the NASDAQ
In that glass back, the motor is the asscrack
I'm still feeding divas like I feed the meter
Holy father to 'em—I ain't talking Jesus, neither
Balance on the scale—I ain't a Libra, either
I'm just a name and a number with the means to reach you
Grim Reaper, him cheaper, hemp chiefer
His army: MCM on gym sneakers
You knowin' that hymn better, he been preaching
You motherfuckers is bloodsuckers—you been leeching
Been Baller, been Jacob, been dealer
Been realer; pound sign, been triller
All killer, no filler—been iller
Fraud niggas, you Zoolander: Ben Stiller


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A love song describing a passionate, intense connection that a woman feels towards a man, urging him to let her love him and acknowledging her feelings of loneliness. [/INST]

Lyrics: Boy, you got that six in the morning
You got that thing that'll make a girl feel high
Oh, I say boy, you got me lonely
Just say the words, I'll do anything you want (Uh)
Boy, let me love you


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A conversation with an individual who believes they are special and expected to be treated as such, but in reality, the person they are involved with isn't committed or serious and is only using them for their own benefit. They also acknowledge that the person they are with may have been involved in previous relationships and potentially deceptive situations. The lyrics address the person's insecurities and self-perception, while also highlighting the reality of the situation and the casual, non-committal nature of their relationship. [/INST]

Lyrics: I know that you think I'm the one, but who doesn't?
It comes with the territory when you buzzin'
A ball player sold you a dream, ain't do nothing
A couple rappers under your belt, but who's judging?
I ain't trying to guide you, hand on Bible
But Instagram pics show more than side views
Thirty-dollar nude catsuits is not cute
And fifty comments on ass is not fluke, so
No cuffing, no buns in the oven
If my girl call your phone, she's just bluffin'
As long as you and I both know we just fuckin'
If anybody else do ask, we just nothing


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Write a song expressing a longing for a romantic connection with someone who might not be easily approachable due to their elevated status or lifestyle. Incorporate references to luxury brands and the desire to make the other person feel special and wanted. [/INST]

Lyrics: Boy, you got that six in the morning
You got that thing that'll make a girl feel high
Oh, I say boy, you got me lonely
Just say the words, I'll do anything you want
Boy, let me love you
You might also like
Hey mama, come fuck with the shotta
With the Givenchy toppa, shoe Balenciaga
If you act right, I can match you up proper
If it's about a dollar think big like Poppa
Introduce your exes to my choppa
Don't listen to your best friend, she don't matter
You know she wanna be you in that vehicle
Riding in see-through V1, V2
Chanel or Celine, however I see you
Christians or Chloes, damn, them C's too
You know I play fair, I'm Daddy Day Care
I know it ain't cheap for you to lay here


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A young woman expressing her desire for the attention and affection of a young man, while describing the power he has over her emotions, and her willingness to do anything for him. [/INST]

Lyrics: Boy, you got that six in the morning
You got that thing that'll make a girl feel high
Oh, I say boy, you got me lonely
Just say the words, I'll do anything you want
Boy, let me love you


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A conversation between two friends about their past choices, their current situation, and the temptations they face as they navigate through life together, while also considering the emotional connection they share. [/INST]

Lyrics: Let's get past the nonsense and be honest
All the ones I sponsored clear my conscience
Can't commit the crime without accomplice
We both to blame, let's push the shame behind us
On the DL, pushin' my brother's CL
Meet you at the spot, you had tint on the TL
It's only right you shake them phony types
And embrace the kid, like my bracelets did
Uh, I'm from the era where the money come fast
Blow it all 'cause the money don't last
All them broke niggas lookin' puppy-dog sad
She in that new purse, sayin', "Honey, don't ask"
Boy, you got that six in the morning
You got that thing that'll make a girl feel high
Oh, I say boy, you got me lonely
Just say the words, I'll do anything you want
Boy, let me love you
Boy, let me love you
Boy, let me love you


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The society's pressure to achieve success and be "all you can be" can sometimes lead people to follow the wrong path, like pursuing materialistic goals or illegal activities, just to prove themselves. The song should encourage listeners to embrace their true selves and find happiness in being genuine. [/INST]

Lyrics: Woo, they said be all you can be
Woo they said be all you can be
I just wanna buy another Rollie
I just wanna pop another band
I just wanna sell dope forever
I just wanna be who I am


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You're writing a song about someone who has been told they can achieve greatness and reach the top. They feel like they have the potential to rule the world. They are deeply involved in the world of drugs and crime, but haven't personally taken part in the violent activities. They delegate such actions to others. [/INST]

Lyrics: Woo, they said be all you can be, nigga
Woo, they said be all you can be
Always knew I could rule the world
Let's define what my world is
Knee-deep in this dope money
Damn near where my world ends
Same block, same rock
I was thinkin' 'bout murdering
I ain't gettin' my hands dirty
Let you worry 'bout servin' 'em


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Imagine a song where the lyrics express a person's struggle with societal expectations and their desires, ultimately leading them to choose their own path and embrace their true self. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yah, they said be all you can be, nigga
Woo, they said be all you can be
I just wanna buy another Rollie
I just wanna pop another band
I just wanna sell dope forever
I just wanna be who I am
You might also like
Yah, they said be all you can be, nigga
Woo, they said the truth set you free


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A confident and ambitious individual who enjoys the finer things in life, with a particular interest in strip clubs and indulgence, reflecting on their street life and loyalty, while maintaining a crew that gets fresh, dreams about sex, and enjoys the finer things in life, including a bad bitch in their swimming pool. [/INST]

Lyrics: Entrepreneur, strip club connoisseur
Hot fudge sundae, pour it on you, hallelujah
Pour it on you, hallelujah, pour it on you, hallelujah
And I be on my own dick, ain't that much room for you, ah
Red, white and blue, I pledge allegiance to the street life
Even if it's leftovers, I still gotta eat, right?
Got gas in my peace pipe, pink Sprite
She P-poppin', her jeans tight
All day I dream about sex, three stripes
We the type of crew to get fresh just to sit in the living room
Look out the window, got a bad bitch in my swimmin' pool
Got a bad bitch in my swimmin' pool
Got a bad bitch in my swimmin' pool
We the type of crew to get fresh just to sit in the living room
Look out the window, got a bad bitch in my swimmin' pool


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A confident man is celebrating his reputation and success, while enjoying the company of beautiful women and living life to the fullest. He has a protective friend with a firearm, and he's not hesitant to make use of his resources to maintain his high-end lifestyle. He's unapologetic in his pursuit of pleasure and doesn't shy away from the truth when it comes to his actions. [/INST]

Lyrics: Pretty girls, my reputation
One on my arm, that's decoration
Gettin' to it, no hesitation
To fuck with me, you need a reservation
To the top escalatin', elevatin'
Good music legislation, delegatin'
And I mean that shit like exclamation, exclamation, exclamation
And I'm going 'til I K.O., eyes closed, I'm OK
All my bitches know they role, even when we role-play
My homie got that nine on him
All night and all day and all night and all day
And all night like that shit's his motherfuckin' soulmate
'Cause no time for hand to hand
When you got this paper hand in her hand
Bitch, I'm feelin' like a grown ass lil' boy, nigga, na-na, na-na, na
Bitch, I'm feelin' like a grown ass lil' boy
'Cause I still love to get pampered
But don't get it twisted, watch your step and fuckin' manners
Woo, they said the truth set you free


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The American Dream, success, and personal fulfillment are all themes that young people often hear about. Yet, materialism and unconventional ambitions may also influence their aspirations. [/INST]

Lyrics: Woo, they said be all you can be
Woo, they said be all you can be
I just wanna buy another Rollie
I just wanna pop another band
I just wanna sell dope forever
I just wanna be who I am


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A confident individual aspires to be true to themselves and achieve success, while finding fulfillment in their unique lifestyle and financial freedom. [/INST]

Lyrics: Woo, I just wanna be who I am
Woo, I just wanna be who I am
Always knew I could rule the world
Let's define what my world is
Knee-deep in this dope money
Damn near where my world ends


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Imagine a song that expresses the frustration of a talented artist who is constantly criticized by those who lack talent or success. The artist is tired of listening to the opinions of people who have nothing but negativity to contribute. [/INST]

Lyrics: This shit I wrote quick
Shit I hate
Broke niggas, that always got something to say
Got some nerve to have an opinion
Renegades


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A person feeling unbothered by the negative opinions of others. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't give a fuck what you say about me
Broke nigga two cents don't matter
Give a fuck what you say about me
Broke bitch two cents don't matter
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter
It doesn't matter, ohh


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Write a song that encourages prayer and compassion for others, including enemies, friends, and oneself, as a way to spread love and understanding in the world. [/INST]

Lyrics: I pray for my enemies
I pray for my friends
I pray for the one who won't betray me again
Pray for the killers, I pray for the saints
Please, pray for me now
‘Cause, darling, I pray for you
I pray for you, mmm
I pray for you, mmm
I pray for you
Pray for you (You)
I, you, ooh


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A song about overcoming past mistakes and moving forward without dwelling on them, filled with determination and confidence in one's abilities, while celebrating the progress made and embracing success. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, I'm on the move, I can-can't look back (No way)
Screaming, "No regrets, no regrets at all" (Nah)
Wasted time, I can't get that back, uh (Can't get that back)
So every day I go hard
Real nigga and all my niggas real niggas (Real niggas, real niggas)
Came from making real figures (Too much money)
Nothing less, no regrets
(Let's get it) No-no, no regrets


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A rapper returns to the scene, reclaiming their position after a hiatus and emphasizing their loyalty to their roots. They express their fondness for expensive cars and brands, like a Maybach, Tom Ford, and a Maybach, and their connection to the rap world. They mention the influence of famous rappers like Kanye West (Ye) and their aspirations to reach new heights. The rapper challenges anyone questioning their presence and their role in the rap game, as they and their friend D-Boy are pioneers. [/INST]

Lyrics: Presidential, I came back, April showers, I rains back
Jumped ahead like June something, still I'm wheeling that Maybach
Time forward, my braids back, Tom Ford and my shades black
Dope boy with a cape on, super-sizing that beige back
All white like Gotti said, Ye told me I'm outta here
Mentioned Ye two years ago, yeah, I got that by the square, woo
And you could buy a pair, twenty or more and we'll fly 'em there
How you acting like I ain't here? D-Boy and I pioneer


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Create a song about overcoming past mistakes, focusing on the present, and not dwelling on the past, emphasizing the importance of living in the moment and going hard in life. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, I'm on the move, I can-can't look back (No way)
Screaming, "No regrets, no regrets at all" (Nah)
Wasted time, can't get that back, uh (Can't get that back)
So every day I go hard
Real nigga and all my niggas real niggas (Real niggas, real niggas)
Came from making real figures (Too much money)
Nothing less, no regrets
(Let's get it) No-no, no regrets


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Think of a catchy tune about a service that delivers people instead of packages, and connects with the listener's desire to have someone assist or confront them. [/INST]

Lyrics: Everything don't need to be addressed
The pull-up's like a FedEx truck
I can send some niggas 'round there right now
1-800 Call-My-Bluff
Wake your ass up where you rest
On time like a Amazon truck
I can send some niggas 'round there right now
1-800 Call-My-Bluff


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Reflect on the glamorous and dangerous lifestyle of drug dealers and their influence on the community, including the popularity of oceanfront motels, celebrity encounters, and the effects of drug culture on relationships and material possessions. [/INST]

Lyrics: Buffalo shrimps from Mahi Mah's
Coke deals upstairs at the Ramada
The oceanfront motels was popular
And crack was cemented phenomenon
Elected Presidential was on my arm
Red stripe Pradas and on and on
Driving a fiend car dangerous, extremеly armed
Shout to the Branch's, Antoine and Sеan
Some niggas play different, involve your mom
Sister, aunt, niece, duct tape them all
We only in the sport to be LeBrons
When you used to platinum, that gold be bronze
Your favorite rapper's dressing like Comic-Con
These necklaces is different from charm to charm
Buried drug money from lawn to lawn
We learned from the wizards and Poppa Ron's
You might also like
Everything don't need to be addressed
The pull-up's like a FedEx truck
I can send some niggas 'round there right now
1-800 Call-My-Bluff
Wake your ass up where you rest
On time like a Amazon truck
I can send some niggas 'round there right now
1-800 Call-My-Bluff


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Create a song that highlights the juxtaposition between beauty and darkness in human life, using symbols such as crutches, crosses, and caskets as metaphors. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah
Uh-huh
Beautiful evils
Yeah
Check me out


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The lyrics discuss the struggles and hardships faced by individuals, particularly young people, and the desire to rise above these challenges. The speaker also touches upon their pursuit of wealth and material possessions, as well as their confidence in their abilities and status as a "God." Additionally, the lyrics mention conflicts with well-known figures in the music industry and a focus on crafting meaningful lyrics. [/INST]

Lyrics: Crutches, crosses, caskets
Crutches, crosses, caskets
All I see is victims
My young niggas sic' ‘em
I don’t get ‘em
I just get back their jewelry if I’m fuckin’ with ‘em
Your man crush Mondays be owin’ niggas
My skin is triple black, I’m the omen
You can’t kill a God like the Romans, uh
Take my time to craft shit
‘Cause I don’t like back and forths with Puff about rap shit


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Imagine witnessing the aftermath of a tragic event and feeling overwhelmed by the symbolism of crutches, crosses, and caskets, representing a world filled with suffering and loss. [/INST]

Lyrics: Crutches, crosses, caskets
Crutches, crosses, caskets
All I see is victims
Crutches, crosses, caskets
Crutches, crosses, caskets
All I see is victims


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A song that challenges societal expectations and exposes the glamour of the wealthy, while mentioning drugs and name-dropping a famous businessman. [/INST]

Lyrics: If money is the evil root
Let the smokers shine the coupes
Rich bitches that love the boost
I'm just here to find the truth
If kilograms is the proof
I done sold the golden goose
I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue
Cocaine's Dr. Seuss


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The song is about a person who used to be involved in the drug trade but has since turned their life around. They now enjoy the finer things in life, like designer clothes, luxury cars, and parties, while reflecting on the experiences that shaped them. [/INST]

Lyrics: We sip Ace out the flutes
Chanel scarves out the roofs
If I never sold dope for you
Then you're ninety-five percent of who?
How forsaken arе the rules?
I done paid for all of you's
Thе first 48's the clue
Your jail cells made for two
AMGs on auto cruise
The wrist singin' autotune
The dope game destroyed my youth
Now Kim Jones Dior my suits


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Write a song about the extravagance and materialism of the high life, with references to luxury brands, drugs, and the glamorous lifestyle of the rich and famous. [/INST]

Lyrics: If money is the evil root
Let the smokers shine the coupes
Rich bitches that love the boost
I'm just here to find the truth
If kilograms is the proof
I done sold the golden goose
I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue
Cocaine's Dr. Seuss
You might also like
Coca leaf and potpourris
Chains over Le Coq Sportif
Don't brag bricks to me
If they ain't tell you to bring your skis
My Patek, hers petit
The triple play be E. Phillips
Bird feathers done made me chief
Whatever happened to black marquise?
Might buy your bitch a jeep
I can make you lose your sleep
You millionaires on just TV
Now make it make sense to me


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A song about someone who claims to be on a mission to uncover the truth amidst the world of money, luxury cars, and the drug trade. [/INST]

Lyrics: If money is the evil root
Let the smokers shine the coupes
Rich bitches that love the boost
I'm just here to find the truth
If kilograms is the proof
I done sold the golden goose
I got 'em, baby, I'm Jim Perdue
Cocaine's Dr. Seuss


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Imagine a song that speaks about the passage of time, the transience of moments, and the importance of making the most out of life. The lyrics should evoke a sense of urgency and reflection on the days of the week, especially Monday, as a reminder that time is fleeting. [/INST]

Lyrics: As you come out to the light
Can your eyes behold the sight?
It's only Monday
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late


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In a song about establishing dominance and distinctiveness, the artist emphasizes their unique qualities, comparing themselves to a ventriloquist and an immigrant, and highlighting that they do not fit in with the mainstream music scene. [/INST]

Lyrics: Just so you remember who you dealin' with
This Pyrex talks, but I'm the ventriloquist
Language different, I'm damn near an immigrant
A song with any of you niggas, I'm disinterested
The needle is sharp, but they ain't shootin' insulin
You missing the point, these drums ain't Timbaland's


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A song about how war was never expected, but after witnessing many harsh realities, it becomes a reality on April Fool's Day, symbolizing that life's consequences often arrive when they're least anticipated. [/INST]

Lyrics: Never thought we'd go to war
After all the things we saw
It's April Fool's Day
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late


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In this song, the artist is reflecting on their life experiences and the challenges they've faced, emphasizing their resilience and the reality they live in. They also address the importance of staying true to themselves and their roots, while acknowledging the potential consequences of their actions. [/INST]

Lyrics: We fight for the bill, you niggas still chipping in
You Google to death, the shit I get driven in
My boys in the hood is mixed with the menaces
The cane is sugar and cut by Dominicans
Open the box, it's like ten Christmases
My folks in the box is serving life sentences
I live in a world that never leaves witnesses
Just so you remember who you dealin' with
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late


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Create a song lyric that encourages someone to make a choice between different paths in life, such as pursuing a career as a drug dealer, a demon, a rapper, or a culture-saving artist, while addressing the struggles of making such choices. [/INST]

Lyrics: Espera, ven aquí, who you wanna be? Drug Dealer? Demon? Rap nigga? You tryna save the culture? Ay Dios mío. You gotta pick one, daddy


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A rapper recounts a recent successful weekend, mentioning their connections with various influential individuals in the music industry, and expressing their excitement for upcoming projects and collaborations. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, Fear of God niggas
Got me feelin' like Pac, this the realest shit I ever wrote
Who you know
Sit in New York for two days around Grammy winners
Come back home straight to the money getters?
'Bout fourteen thousand dollars worth of twenties
Brown paper bag money, yeah
I call that a good weekend, haha
Re-Up Gang forever
Long Live the Caine coming soon
Malice, my brother, I love you
Liva Don, 'til the end, nigga, yes
Emmanuel, hope I ain't get you in no trouble with that shit
That was a long time ago, you know? Haha
You know how we do
My nigga Nottz, is blacking out on this beat, my nigga
Yeah, come on, my nigga Watts, what up?
Young Young, what up, my nigga?
Talk that shit, my nigga
Hey 'Ye, is you ready?
Is you ready my nigga? I had to get this of my chest
Is you ready now though? Let's go then
G.O.O.D. Music, yes


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A group of talented musicians from various backgrounds and record labels collaborate on a song, emphasizing their love and loyalty to their families while displaying their unity and determination. [/INST]

Lyrics: Re-up gang, G.O.O.D. Music, Def Jam
I love my family


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Write a song about someone who doesn't want to be messed with and belongs to a group that values strength and loyalty. [/INST]

Lyrics: Don't fuck with me
You see
There's a lot of people out there to be fucked with
I am not one
Re-Up Gang
Don't fuck with me


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A music artist is excited to announce the release date of their new album "Play Clothes" on October 15th, which is being produced by G.O.O.D Music and Def Jam. They mention that the album features no shots but everything is under careful observation. [/INST]

Lyrics: Play Clothes holiday
In stores 10/15
G.O.O.D. Music, Def Jam
Push..no shots...but nothing goes unseen


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A song about overcoming obstacles and challenges, focusing on personal growth and overcoming feelings of pain and suffering. [/INST]

Lyrics: I just scraped it off the top (Cut it)
Got it off the road, off the curb, off the block (Cut it)
Was already sold out of work by ten o'clock (Cut it)
Too deep in the streets, felt that pain, but it meant a lot
Whenever she calls, the world, I gotta do (Uh-huh)
I'm movin' with a tool (Yeah), I pity that fool, woah, yeah, oh


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Despite your life being filled with expensive cars, wealth, and a carefree attitude, you wonder why people are still concerned about the dangers of the world, and how they can be so scared of something as simple as putting on a hoodie. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, uh, tell me what I gotta do, pull up in a bucket coupe (Skrrt)
One for me and one for you (Huh?), yeah
Like, what the motherfuck's a roof? (Yeah)
I'm off the chain, don't cut me loose, yeah
I'm off the chain, I'm off the noose (The noose)
Yeah, get 'em pickеd off, Bentley white likе cotton (Cotton)
Residential so good, my doors don't gotta lock 'em (Gotta lock 'em, yeah)
Wash the dirty money with Oxi, I miscount 'cause I'm off of Oxy, yeah
These niggas faker than a damn proxy
Callin' my shooter, he said, "Copy," get that nigga plucked like A Boogie
I like riches, hit like noogies (Noogies), how the fuck you ain't scared of no nigga, but you scared to put on your hoodie?
Man, my buzz light like Woody


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A song about a person who is deeply involved in the streets, working hard, and dedicating their life to a cause, while also balancing their loyalty to a significant other. [/INST]

Lyrics: I just scraped it off the top (Cut it)
Got it off the road, off the curb, off the block (Cut it)
Was already sold out of work by ten o'clock (Cut it)
Too deep in the streets, felt that pain, but it meant a lot
Whenever she calls, the world, I gotta do (Uh-huh)
I'm movin' with a tool (Yeah), I pity that fool, woah, yeah, oh


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A person is noticing a change in someone else's behavior and expresses curiosity and jealousy about this change. The person wonders why the other person is acting differently and seeks an explanation from them. [/INST]

Lyrics: It's coming clear I've noticed
It's a different face you're showing
It's another "welcome back"
I don't imagine it could be this way, so jealous
Only you can tell it tell me why
Only you can tell it, only you can say
Only you can tell it
Only you can say
Only you can tell it
Tell me why
It's coming clear I've noticed
It's a different face you're showing
It's another "welcome back"
I don't imagine it could be this way, so jealous
Only you can tell it tell me why
Only you can tell it, only you can say
Only you can tell it
Only you can say
Only you can tell it
Tell me why


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Imagine a song where the singer is trying to cheer themselves up on a long day, perhaps with the help of the sunshine. [/INST]

Lyrics: I say hey, sunshine
Oh how the day can be so long
I say hey, sunshine
Oh how the day can be so long


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Describe the feeling of experiencing a seemingly endless day and the sense of relief and happiness brought on by the presence of the sun. [/INST]

Lyrics: I say hey, sunshine
Oh how the day can be so long
I say hey, sunshine
Oh how the day can be so long


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In the face of adversity, people strive for greatness and seek solace in their faith, overcoming the negativity that surrounds them. [/INST]

Lyrics: In the midst of negativity
A positive sight can be blurred
And the visions that we thought were good
Seems to let evil occur
While still possessing our human form
We live life searching for greatness since the day we was born
And as we bow our heads at night, rich, wealthy
Or poor with dislike, we pray, asking for
Forgiveness for our sinful ways
With mind, body, spirit and faith, we pray
Amen


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Write a song about expressing creativity and giving the streets what they want, while maintaining street credibility and addressing the haters. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah (amen) you like that right? (amen)
I wrote it myself by the way (amen)
Yo, Young, Jeezy, Jizzle, Snowman (amen, amen)
We gotta give the streets what they want, man (amen)
Fuck the goddamn shit (amen)
You gotta get it in, bruh, let's get it (amen)


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Create a song reflecting on the struggles and harsh realities faced by people in today's society, highlighting the ongoing issues of violence, poverty, and desperation. [/INST]

Lyrics: Please Lord, yeah, it’s gettin' realer everyday
Niggas killin’, niggas starvin', ayy, 'cause they can’t find no yay
See the first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trappin', some be dyin', bow our heads and let us pray
Amen


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Describe the challenges and adversities faced by people in their daily lives, including struggles with fame, haters, and personal growth, as well as mention the desire for success and the importance of faith and perseverance. [/INST]

Lyrics: Amen, how many people do you know hatin’
On your downfall, sittin' there, waitin’?
When you shine, I don't know what they gon' say then
Everything I do now stadiums
So tell me what they really gon’ say to him
And I’m headed straight to the ATM
Finna go HAM, nigga finna go in
Nigga you'll get it when pigs fly
When Yeezy fake, Devil’s pie
Piece of cake, Kit-Kat
I need a break, God’s child
Jesus Christ, club like a broken neck
I need the ice, I need the lights, uhh
In Egypt they fightin’ for freedom
Cop pull you over, no reason, beat 'em
Please Lord, yeah, it’s gettin' realer everyday
Niggas killin’, niggas starvin', ayy, 'cause they can’t find no yay
See the first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trappin', some be dyin', bow our heads and let us pray
Amen


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A rapper describes their life as a successful hustler, mentioning their luxury lifestyle, their disregard for societal expectations, and the risks they take in their pursuit of wealth and power. [/INST]

Lyrics: I got them units packed in that black van like the A-Team
Even seen 'em come 2-tone like a Saleen (Saleen?)
Saleen, yeah that’s a Mustang
Break ‘em down in the night, that's what I call hustlin'
They say they want that dumb shit, well, this is ignorant
Condo on the timepiece, yeah, now that's ignorant
They like, "Young, you a fool", yeah I coulda bought some real estate
Instead I bought a half a block and tried to sew up half the streets
I’m on 75-75, when they was going for the 25
Guess who’s pickin’ up a trey? Just an ordinary day
With extraordinary pay, extraordinary risk
Can’t even explain, got an extraordinary wrist
I talk it 'cause I lived it' man, this shit ain't really nothin' to me
Tell ya like Sosa told Tony, “Don't you fuck with me”


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A lyricist describes the struggles people face in their daily lives due to financial difficulties, violence, and limited resources. [/INST]

Lyrics: Please Lord, yeah, it’s gettin' realer everyday
Niggas killin’, niggas starvin', ayy, 'cause they can’t find no yay
See the first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trappin', some be dyin', bow our heads and let us pray
Amen
Amen, amen, amen, amen
Amen, amen, amen, amen
Amen, amen, amen, amen


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Imagine a world where the devil is not a mythical figure, but a cunning and deceptive neighbor who disguises himself as an angel. What would it be like to live in a community where the lines between good and evil are blurred, and everyone is suspected of being a traitor? In this dark world, people must navigate the treacherous streets, and the devil's laughter echoes through the town. How can one remain true to themselves and their values when even their friends could be enemies? [/INST]

Lyrics: The devil is a lie
You ain't broke bread 'till you taste the devil's pie
They say his laugh sounds like an angel when he cries
What better camouflage when the halo's your disguise
Them wings don't fly; your traitor is your neighbor
At your front porch, and he's handing you your paper
Bathrobe on, but the sword's underneath
And he wanna see your blood as it pours in the street
It's the mark of the beast
The meek shall inherit the Earth; the weak shall inherit the dirt
You each should have perished at birth, stillborn or aborted
Every street tax gotta come with an audit
Either your life, or your loved ones, straight razor or a snub-gun
From the village where the thugs from
Same corner that you copping all your drugs from
He a hero, but he unsung, I'm the one


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A talented artist and a confident rapper collaborate on a song, combining their unique perspectives and experiences. They discuss their rise to fame, the pressures and expectations that come with it, and the challenges they face as they navigate the highs and lows of their careers. [/INST]

Lyrics: They call him a crack dealer, I am like Warhol
A nigga paint a picture of a bullet for all y’all
Now crawl for him
My sophomore jinx is more minks
But only for my mother she’ll use ‘em as couch covers
You niggas cheapening my All-Star Weekends
If y’all can’t swim in the deep end then watch nigga
Woo! 80,000 on this watch niggas
Yuugh! And I ain’t never had to watch nigga
Rich or wealthy, pick your poison
I think I paid for one too many abortions
Another Celine, it’s like a routine
It’s like a ferris wheel of waist trainers and Seven jeans
Her new body's in my new body
Make her in an hourglass that’s my new hobby
Rich nigga shit, how I blew my first million
Luckily was somethin’ in the ceiling, keep dealin


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A person is asking someone if they are okay, and in response, the other person assures that they are fine, also mentioning the money they have. The lyrics then transition to the person counting their money and working towards achieving something, while emphasizing that they are determined to reach their goals and achieve success. [/INST]

Lyrics: Are you alright?
I'm alright, I'm quite alright
And my money's right
8… (Yeah)
Countin' them bands
All way to the top 'til they be fallin' over
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Countin' them bands
On my way to the top 'til we fallin' over


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A song about a difficult relationship where the partner has lost all their friends and is faced with a choice that could lead them to their own demise. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you should've never lied
Should've saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, "Baby, I am not afraid to die"
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge


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A rapper who is confident in their style and ability responds to others who may feel threatened by their success, while also reminiscing about their humble beginnings. They showcase their material possessions and the amount of money they've accumulated, proving that they are not to be underestimated. [/INST]

Lyrics: That is not your swag, I swear you fake hard
Now these niggas wanna take my cadence (Yeah)
Rain on 'em, thunderstorm, rain on 'em (Ooh, yeah)
Make some, lil' nigga, take some (Yeah, yeah)
Fast car, NASCAR, race on 'em
In the club, ain't got no ones, then we would become (Yeah)
Clothes from overseas, got the racks and they all C-Notes
You is not a G though
Lookin' at you stackin' all your money, it all green though
I was countin' that and these all twenties, that's a G-roll


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You're the worst, you're the worst [/INST]

Lyrics: She say, "You're the worst, you're the worst"
I cannot die because this my universe
I don't really care if you cry
On the real, you should've never lied
Should've saw the way she looked me in my eyes
She said, "Baby, I am not afraid to die"
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge
All my friends are dead
Push me to the edge


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A song about a guy who's attracted to a luxurious lifestyle and a beautiful woman, and the complex feelings he has towards her. [/INST]

Lyrics: That's true (That's true), that's right (That right, that right)
She's sipping Moët, and yeah, I swear it get her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder (Yeah, it's red)
No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar ('Bout my bread)
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together (Yeah)
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header (Woah)
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her


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Even in times of sadness and tough moments, there's always a new journey to embark on, and eventually, you'll get over the hardship and find happiness again. [/INST]

Lyrics: I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it (Yeah)
You'll find another life to live (Yeah)
I swear that you'll get over it
I know you're sad and tired
You've got nothing left to give (Yeah)
You'll find another life to live (Yeah)
I know that you'll get over it (Yeah)


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Discussing the challenges of moving on after a relationship ends, even though it was painful. Reflecting on past mistakes and reassuring someone that they will eventually find happiness again. The concept of not letting material things define one's worth or happiness. [/INST]

Lyrics: Wish I never ever ever told you things
I was only only trying to show you things (Yeah)
Iced out heart on your neck tried to froze your ring
I had to get me a new bitch to hold the pain
We was in Hawaii looking at the ring (Damn, yeah)
She smiling happy but I'm laughing 'cause her new man's a lame
(Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy)
Damn, that just goes to show me money don't attract a thing (Real shit)
Stuck to the plan even though you used to go with my mans
See Lil Uzi Vert LiveGet tickets as low as $26You might also like
I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it (Yeah)
You'll find another life to live
I swear that you'll get over it
And I know you're sad and tired
You've got nothing left to give (Yeah)
You'll find another life to live (Ayy)
I know that you'll get over it


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Write a song about showing off your high-end fashion items, not getting the attention of a desired girl, and eventually moving on to someone else while maintaining respect for the original girl's boundaries. [/INST]

Lyrics: See, I tied up my Raf, you strapped up your Rick
Diamonds on your neck, ice all on my wrist
Complement my style
She don't want me, I'm running wild
You know I respect her on that level
She don't want me then I'ma let her (Bye)
Go over there with that broke fella (Go over)
Walk off my Saint Laurent, that leather, ooh (Yeah)
My new chick I swear that she better, ooh
Want me back, never (Ooh)


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A conversation between two friends about the complexities of relationships, material possessions, and personal growth. [/INST]

Lyrics: That's true (That's true), that's right (That right, that right)
She's sipping Moët, and yeah I swear it get her wetter (Woah)
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder (Yeah, it's red)
No, I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar ('Bout my bread)
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together (Yeah)
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header (Woah)
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her
I know it hurts sometimes but (Woah), you'll get over it (But why?)
You'll find another life to live (You'll find)
I swear that you'll get over it (You'll get over it)
I know it hurts sometimes but you'll get over it (No, no)
You'll find another life to live (You will)
I know that you'll get over it (Oh)


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Write a song about the allure of a girl, her love for luxury, and the complex emotions of someone who desires her but struggles with their feelings for her. [/INST]

Lyrics: That's true, that's right
She's sipping Moët, and yeah, I swear it get her wetter
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder
No I'm not a rat but I'm all about my cheddar
Just talked to your homie she said we should be together (You will get over it)
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her


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Rap about your flashy lifestyle, luxury watches, and how women are attracted to you. [/INST]

Lyrics: And your girlfriend like my drip (Drip)
Happy birthday to that bitch (Bitch)
Yeah, the one that sucked my dick (Dick)
Triple S got that extra grip (Grip)
So you know I cannot slip (Slip)
That jeweler made me proud of my wrist (Wrist)
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist
New Rollie made me proud of my wrist
AP make me proud of my wrist
New Richard on my wrist
Got a milli' that's all in my bank (Milli')
New Patek on my wrist
White diamonds, them shits hit pink (Let's go)
Got cold, had to go get a mink
New finger rings hit like a sink (Let's go)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (What?)
Hit the shower, you might stink
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate
And she said "Lil Uzi so great (Great)
How you deal with all that hate?" (Hate)
Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine (Uh)


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A rapper boasts about his wealth and lifestyle, including his flashy watches and his girlfriend's admiration for his style. [/INST]

Lyrics: And your girlfriend like my drip (Drip)
Happy birthday to that bitch (Bitch)
Yeah, the one that sucked my dick (Dick)
Triple S got that extra grip (Grip)
(Oh yeah)
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (Wrist)
Franck Muller made me proud of my wrist (Wrist)
New Rollie made me proud of my wrist (Woo, woo)
AP make me proud of my wrist (Woo)
New Richard on my wrist (Woo)
Got a milli' that's all in my bank (Woo, woo)


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A rapper boasts about their extravagant lifestyle, their expensive jewelry, and their ability to handle haters while hanging out with a bad bitch who may need a shower. The rapper is also known for their greatness, and they are not afraid to silence negativity. [/INST]

Lyrics: New Patek on my wrist (Yeah)
White diamonds, them shits hit pink (Yeah, yeah)
Got cold, had to go get a mink (Yeah)
New finger rings hit like a sink (Yeah, yeah)
You a bad bitch, then we can link (What?)
Hit the shower, you might stink (Yeah, yeah)
Bitches bad, yeah, they all migrate (Uh)
And she said "Lil Uzi so great (Uh, uh)
How you deal with all that hate?" (Uh-uh)
Shut up, bitch, don't give me migraine


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Write a song about a young and confident rapper who is surrounded by people trying to get close to him, while he enjoys his life of success, fame, and luxury. [/INST]

Lyrics: Throw up gang signs, Naruto (Yeah)
Put metal in my nose like Pain (Uh)
Man, I never saw this bitch before (Uh)
How the fuck she know my name?
She said, "Lil Uzi, hello" (Uh)
I looked at her, "Oh, hey"
You ain't never seen pastry dough (Yeah)
Tell lil' bitch, I got cake (Ayy)
Gettin' money, I'm the man
Gettin' money, had to count the advance
Saint Laurent all on my shoes, these not Vans
Need a fan in case a nigga get hot
'Member she ain't want me back, I was popped
On the block back before I had locks
Red dot for a chicken, he popped
MC, told the bitch eat my cock


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A rapper, possibly after an encounter with another individual, is expressing his confidence, dominance, and prowess with words as a form of protection or self-defense. He also mentions his association with a famous music producer, Metro Boomin, and implies that he could possibly be the subject of the producer's next song. The lyrics seem to be addressing a rival or an enemy, and the rapper is warning them not to cross him. The phrase "Bless you" might be a mix of a slight intimidation and a sarcastic expression. The rapper also appears to have a protective role [/INST]

Lyrics: Hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Bless you)
(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Wrecked you)
(Metro Boomin' want some more, nigga)


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A man is reflecting on a past relationship and realizing the mistakes he made, while also acknowledging the emotions and pain it caused. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, alright, alright, alright
You was right (Right), I was wrong (Right)
Yeah, I should've never ever took her home (No)
Yeah, I should've just boned (What?)
Yeah, fantasy on my phone (Yeah)
Yeah, hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Ayy)
Yeah, cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Ayy)
Talkin' 'bout a broken heart, runnin' to the restroom, yeah (What?)


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A song about a couple who finds themselves in an awkward and potentially uncomfortable situation, where one partner locks the door while the other needs to use the restroom and navigate the situation without causing a conflict. [/INST]

Lyrics: Even though we in the same room (Shh)
You just locked the door, so I gotta text you (Yeah, yeah)
Like, bae, unlock the door, I gotta use the restroom
Like, I don't want a war, I wanna caress you, yeah (Yeah)


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Write a song about a man who realizes he made a mistake by bringing a woman home, and ends up regretting it as he comforts her broken heart in the restroom. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, alright, alright, alright
You was right (Right), I was wrong (Right)
Yeah, I should've never ever took her home (No)
Yeah, I should've just boned (What?)
Yeah, fantasy on my phone (Yeah)
Yeah, hit it from the back, watch a nigga bless you (Ayy)
Yeah, cryin' in my arms like a nigga wrecked you (Ayy)
Talkin' 'bout a broken heart, runnin' to the restroom, yeah


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Write a song about a person who has gained fame, wealth, and influence, but faces haters and takes on a new persona. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, it do not matter
Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster


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A song about a wealthy man who has an extravagant lifestyle, surrounded by material possessions and people who prioritize appearances over substance. [/INST]

Lyrics: Money so old, dollars spoiled (Spoiled)
Yeah, my lil' bitch so spoiled (Spoiled)
Yeah, I rub her down in oil
Yeah, I got money, now you know it, yeah
Diamonds on my teeth
Yeah, your shit look like foil
Yeah, Chris Brown said these hoes ain't loyal, yeah
None of these hoes got no morals, yeah
All my niggas G-ed up
Yeah, my glasses be Dita
Never thought that it'd be days I could kick my feet up (Huh?)
Never thought that she would need me that much if I leave her


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A rapper's rise in fame and fortune has caused his haters to become more envious, while his wealth and influence continue to grow. He indulges in a lavish lifestyle, surrounded by luxurious cars and powerful sound systems, while attracting women who call him "daddy. [/INST]

Lyrics: It do not matter
Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster
Turned to a savage, pocket got fatter, she call me daddy
Smokin' that gas, gone off that Xanny, she on the powder
Nowadays I am on, my haters got sadder
Money got longer, speaker got louder, car got faster


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A rapper boasting about their abilities and the beats they create, using a playful tone while referencing popular video game characters. [/INST]

Lyrics: (Oogie Mane, he killed it)
(Supah Mario on the beat, nigga)
Let's go
Let's go, yeah (Pew)


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A confident and swagger-filled rap about personal style, attracting attention from women, wearing high-end brands, and making an impression with flashy jewelry. [/INST]

Lyrics: Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (Like me)
I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (Than a hypebeast)
Only blue, no, green don't excite me (Excite me)
I could make a ho out your wifey (Out your wifey)
Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (Woah)
Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (Let's go)
Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (Bling, blaow)
Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me (Like me)


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A song about someone who's constantly on the move, is addicted to the stress, and enjoys living lavishly, while also having a wild encounter with a girl who challenges his intellect. [/INST]

Lyrics: Got addicted to the road, got addicted to the stress
Got addicted to the foreigns, got addicted to the racks (Racks)
Man, these boys be doin' the most (Most)
And I swear that is a fact (Fact)
Man, this girl wanna give me brain
Yeah, we call that bit' migraine
Yeah, we call that bit' migraine
Yeah, we call that bit' migraine (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, we call that bit' migraine (Ayy)
Yeah, we call that bit' migraine
Pack all my shit then I might migrate
Anywhere you goin', know some niggas gon' hit
I don't run from shit but the damn police
All blue hunnids to wash my face, yeah


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Create a rap lyrics about confidence, fashion, and social perception, incorporating references to Supreme, designer sneakers, and relationships. [/INST]

Lyrics: Stay so fresh, so clean, think they like me (Like me)
I wear more Supreme than a hypebeast (Than a hypebeast)
Only blue, no, green don't excite me (Excite me)
I could make a ho out your wifey (Out your wifey)
Jeremy Scott up on my toes, act like Shockey (Woah)
Made her get down on the bottom and she top me (Let's go)
Pull up extra icy, I'm not playin' hockey (Hockey, bling, blaow)
Niggas think I'm weird and they don't really like me


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Write a song about a girl who repeatedly calls and wants something from a guy, leading to him doing something extreme to impress her. [/INST]

Lyrics: I said, "Girl, why you keep callin'?"
I said, "Girl, why you keep callin'?", yeah
She said, "I need a new whip," yeah
"'Cause I know that you still ballin'"
She just wanna go back to the future, so I brought that girl a DeLorean
Twenty more minutes until I got' go, so I told that girl I'm gonna slaughter it


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A musician talks about his exciting night during a concert in an unfamiliar city, where he meets a girl and experiences a quick encounter, while his friend also gets involved in the exchange. The song highlights the thrill and energy of live performances and the encounters they can bring. [/INST]

Lyrics: I met that girl right up at my show
Left her man in the crowd on the floor
Out of town never saw her before
Told her, "Baby, we don't got that long"
Listen, this not my city show
But I treat it like my city show
Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on (Yeah)
Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on
Yeah, I am not slow, these girls just want me 'cause I got the dough
Pass that girl right on my friend, give and go (What?)
He pass me her friend, so they switchin' roles (Yeah, yeah)


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A singer describes his excitement about performing at a show, while also encountering a girl in the crowd and engaging with her. The song expresses the desire to perform and connect with the audience, while also reflecting on the influence of fame and the allure of money. [/INST]

Lyrics: I met that girl right up at my show
Left her man in the crowd on the floor
Out of town, never saw her before
Told her, "Baby, we don't got that long"
Listen, this not my city show
But I treat it like my city show
Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on (Yeah)
Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on
Twenty more minutes until I'm on, twenty more minutes until I'm on
Yeah, I am not slow, these girls just want me, 'cause I got the dough
Pass that girl right on my friend, give and go (What?)
He pass me her friend, so they switchin' roles (Yeah, yeah)


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A confident and creative individual describing their unique vibrant energy and the way they express themselves. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
And I got a colorful aura like I got neon guts


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Write a song about being unique and different, owning your success, and standing up to haters. [/INST]

Lyrics: Admit it, I move like amoeba (Yeah)
I float in the room like I'm reefer (Yeah)
Alien, I’m not your kind of people (Yeah, yeah)
Telepathic, fam watch how I read ya (Skateboard)
You ain't got emeralds greener (Nah)
You ain't got rich up the sleeve (No sir)
And I got a Rolls that’s in the Grove
That I ain't drove, shit, I don't know the reason (305)
Andele, andele, arriba (Hola)
Me and J Balvin on G5 (Cholo)
Success is a drug and man we high
I am OTHER is a beehive (Yeah)
I got love for you haters (Yeah)
Ain't you tired of enslavement? (Huh)
Come with us, make some paper (Ching)
Cause you should own what you labor


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Imagine a space-themed collaboration between Pharrell and a friend as they explore the red planet, with the friend expressing a connection to the divine and facing a financial challenge. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yeah fam, Pharrell on Mars with my fellow star
I'm like lightning striking in a metal rod
I say, "Hello God" in the devil bars
So dammit, Amex, I got a yellow card


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A song about turning over a new leaf and focusing on one's own success, addressing relationships that have turned sour and feeling disconnected, while acknowledging the impact on someone else's life. [/INST]

Lyrics: Ooh, I'm startin' over
Stackin' in it, it was the top, now are you alright?
I'm quite alright, damn, my money's right
Yeah, ayy, yeah, it's quite alright
I wake up in the morning, then I'm gettin' back to it (Back to it)
Yeah, yeah, I'm gettin' back to it
You ain't show me no love, so I turned my back to you
Yeah, yeah, I can't give no racks to you (8…)
I don't really care 'cause I'm done
On the real, our love is not fun
There's no emotion on my face 'cause I'm numb
You see me everywhere you look, no, you can't hide or run (Yeah, Lil Uzi, yeah)
Woah, everything I said
Messin' with your head, messin' with your head
I said, everything I said, messin' with your head
Messin' with your head, woah, messin' with your head, woah


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A young and wealthy individual returns from a successful trip abroad, boasting about their expensive watch and financial success. They are confident in their ability to keep making money and maintain a good lifestyle, while enjoying their current life and relationships. [/INST]

Lyrics: I just got richer overseas, yeah
Lookin' at my watch and it's a Richard and it's green, yeah
I'm still smokin' on that good, know I'm blowin' out that steam, yeah
You wouldn't even believe the numbers stuffed up in my jeans, yeah
Tell that girl to back-back, gotta stack racks (Ayy)
No, I can't go out sad, can't go out bad, yeah
I told that girl I'm not no duck, this ain't Aflac, yeah
I don't wanna get older, I'm still livin' in my last year
I hope my life just keep goin', don't worry 'bout that
Just tighten up and keep flowin', cowabunga
She gon' ride me like wakeboard (Yeah)
I'm lickin' on her body until she don't make noise, yeah (Noise)


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Write a song about a complicated relationship, in which the emotions are played with and tested, leaving the other person confused and possibly hurt, but the speaker remains unaffected. [/INST]

Lyrics: I don't really care 'cause I'm done
On the real, our love is not fun
There's no emotion on my face 'cause I'm numb
You see me everywhere you look, no, you can't hide or run
Yeah, yeah, everything I said
Messin' with your head, messin' with your head
I said, everything I said, messin' with your head
Messin' with your head, woah, messin' with your head, woah
Woah, I said, messin' with your head, woah
Messin' with your head
Yeah
Thank you
No, really, thank you
You're far too kind
You, and you, and you, an experience of a lifetime
I see all of it (Yeah)
Yeah, I really appreciate you


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A conversation about the excitement and possible dangers of a new romantic interest. [/INST]

Lyrics: That's true (Uzi), that's right (That's right, that's right)
She sippin' Moet, and yeah I swear it get her wetter (Her wetter)
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder (They is redder)
No I'm not a rat, but I'm all about my cheddar ('Bout my cheddar)
Just talked to your homie, she said we should be together (Be together)
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header (My header)
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her (Gotta dead her)
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her (Met her) (Hello...?)


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A man reflects on past mistakes in relationships, wishing he hadn't shared certain feelings with someone, who is now with a new partner to help her cope with the pain. They reminisce on a trip to Hawaii and the woman's previous relationship, while acknowledging the flaws in the past and moving forward in life. [/INST]

Lyrics: Wish I never ever ever told you things (Told you things)
I was only, only tryna show you things (Show you things)
Iced out heart on your neck tried to froze your ring (Froze your ring)
I had to get a me a new bitch to hold the pain (Hold the pain)
We was in Hawaii lookin' at the ring (Yeah)
(You'll get over it)
She smilin' happy, but I'm laughin' 'cause her man's a lame
(You'll get over it)
(Broke boy, broke boy, broke boy, broke boy)
Damn, that just goes to show me money don't attract a thing (You'll get over it)
(Real shit)
Stuck to the plan even though you used to go with my mans
(You'll get over it)
(Yeah)


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A friend is trying to comfort another person who's going through a tough time, assuring them that they'll eventually move on and find happiness in their life, while both of them share their experiences in their respective relationships. [/INST]

Lyrics: I know it hurts sometimes, but you'll get over it (Yeah)
You'll find another life to live
I swear that you'll get over it
And I know you're sad and tired
You've got nothin' left to give (Yeah)
You'll find another life to live (Ay)
I know that you'll get over it
See I tied up my Raf, you strapped up your Rick (Woo)
Diamonds on your neck, ice all on my wrist (Wrist)
Complement my style (Style)
She don't want me, I'm runnin' wild (Runnin' wild)
You know I respect her on that level (On that level)
She don't want me, then I'ma let her (I'ma let her)
Go over there with that broke fella (Broke fella)
Walk off my Saint Laurent, that leather (That leather)
My new chick, I swear that she better (Want me back never)
Want me back, never (Ooh)


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A young woman with a taste for luxury and a mysterious past, she enjoys the finer things in life and has a complicated relationship with her friends and a man she can't resist. The song reflects her journey and the choices she makes as she navigates her world. [/INST]

Lyrics: That's true, that's right (That's right, that's right)
She's sippin' Moet, and yeah I swear it get her wetter (We-etter)
My Louboutins new, so my bottoms, they is redder (Redder)
No I'm not a rat, but I'm all about my cheddar (Cheddar)
Just talked to your homie, she said we should be together (Together)
Gave me brain, was so insane that I made her my header (Header)
If she ever call my phone you know I gotta dead her (Dead her)
But I like that girl too much, I wish I never met her (Met her)


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A friend is comforting another friend who's feeling heartbroken and trying to help them find a new perspective on life. They reassure them that things will get better and they will eventually move on. [/INST]

Lyrics: I know it hurts sometimes, but you'll get over it (Woah, what what)
You'll find another life to live (You'll find)
I know that you'll get over it (You'll get over it)
I know it hurts sometimes, but you'll get over it (No, no)
You'll find another life to live (You will)
I know that you'll get over it (Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh)
(You'll get over it)
(I know that you'll get over it)
I know it's over
Check out my cold shoulder  (Nothin' left to give)
I know it's over
Cry on that hoe shoulder (You'll get over it)
Mm-mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm-mm


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Reminiscing about a past relationship, when the two people involved would kiss in a specific location (e.g. tree) and comforting themselves that they will eventually move on from that moment. [/INST]

Lyrics: We-e used to be-e, kissin' in the tree-e
'Member it was just you and me-e kissin' in the tree-e (You'll get over it)
'Member it was you was just you and me-e k-i-s-s-i-n-g
K-i-s-s-i-n-g-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e, ah (You'll get over it)
(You'll get over it)


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A song that challenges listeners' intelligence, while talking about the rapper's intention to shoot two shots at a woman with blue cheese references. [/INST]

Lyrics: Yo, sing this shit, are y'all fuckin' dumb?
Eternal Atake
Gotta shoot two at her (Yeah)
Gotta shoot two at her (Woah)
Blue cheddar (Yeah)


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A jealous friend is singing about his doppelganger being taken away by a girl, who he feels isn't worthy of his clone's company and urges her to raise her standards. [/INST]

Lyrics: That girl, she got with my clone (One, two, three)
I told that lil' girl that she gotta just do better (Woah)


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A rapper describes their luxurious lifestyle, mentioning their financial success, sexual prowess, and aggressive attitude towards any potential threats. [/INST]

Lyrics: Are you serious?
I swear my money get serious
Okay, all my checks, I just be clearin' it
She suck my dick 'til she get delirious (Wow)
Okay, jump on the jet, so I'm Clearin' it (Woo)
Okay, 'Port, but I'm not talking New' (Let's go)
Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette
If that boy try to make a false move, uh (Damn)


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A song about someone's luxurious lifestyle, wealth, and personal experiences, including relationships and encounters with others. [/INST]

Lyrics: Are you serious?
I swear my money get serious
Okay, all my checks, I just be clearin' it
She suck my dick 'til she get delirious
Okay, jump on the jet so I'm Clearin' it
Okay, 'Port, but I'm not talking New' (Woo)
Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette
If that boy try to make a false move (Lil Uzi)


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Rap song about a wealthy and confident individual who enjoys their luxurious lifestyle, flaunting their financial success, and dealing with potential threats in a powerful manner. [/INST]

Lyrics: Are you serious?
I swear my money get serious
Okay, all my checks, I just be clearin' it
She suck my dick 'til she get delirious (Woah)
Okay, jump on the jet so I'm Clearin' it
Okay, 'Port, but I'm not talking New' (Mhm)
Okay, smoke that boy just like a cigarette
If that boy try to make a false move (Woah)


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A song about a young rapper named Lil Uzi Vert, who suddenly gains fame and recognition, but is expected to remain humble and grounded despite the newfound popularity. [/INST]

Lyrics: Lil Uzi Vert, doot-dooda-loot-doo, doot-doo
Thank you, Little Uzi Vert leaves
You 'posed to be standin' still right now
Ready, set, go


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A rapper brags about his popularity, his song's effect on women, his confidence, his unique style, and his luxurious car. [/INST]

Lyrics: We be throwin' money in a spiral
Every time your girl hear my song, yeah, turn her right into my ho
She shake her ass (I'm working on dying), do the eye roll
Got a skinny thong like a tightrope
I be blowin' up like some pyro
Coupe 150, call it Kyro