Prompt: Rap about achieving success while staying true to your roots, and mention luxury items and international recognition as symbols of your accomplishments.

Response:
I got that good, still in the hood
I kept my word, yeah my nigga, I make good
6 figure niggas in them v-12s
No tint, nigga, so you see well
My Cuban link, that's 14k
My presidential, I wear it every day
It symbolizes, how I'm enterprising
I came from lint in Dickie pockets so I emphasize it
You check the filing, niggas say I kept it solid
But fuck the rumors, money talks and you made less deposits
I dropped some videos, you should go check the comments
They love me all around the world my nigga, what's your problem?
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Turn off the lights, turn up my mic
Roll up some flight, let's all get right
It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life
It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life


Prompt: A rapper is bragging about their luxurious lifestyle, high-end possessions, and accomplishments in the music industry. They are questioning someone's authority to question their requests and highlighting their hard work and dedication that led to their success. The rapper is also celebrating the finer things in life like expensive cars, champagne, and beautiful women.

Response:
All my liquor from France, my cars from Frankfurt
Told them keep they advance, distribute and market my label
I own it all, I own it all, word in them offices is that I want it all
That's right I do, now who the fuck is you?
To question my request, I paid my fucking dues
Had a couple dreams, now they coming true
I'm at the Porsche lot, asking do they come in coupes?
Walking out the club with a hundred goons
Magnum bottles of the Veuve, and a pungent fume
Model bitches stunting in them fucking shoes
Bring your homegirl 'cause she coming too
Fast cars with them leather seats
Drop top, she a fucking freak
Blow me down while we ride on PCH
I'm Nip Hussle the great, middle fingers in your face, uh


Prompt: A rapper, Infant Stone, returns to the stage after a hiatus, ready to perform and express his enthusiasm for being back in the spotlight, talking about the anticipation of the moment and the preparation he's put into it. The rapper is focused on his performance, emphasizing his flow and presence on the mic. The song talks about his dedication to the craft and his continued success, referring to his status as a heavy hitter in the industry. The lyrics also touch on the theme of friendship and camaraderie with his team, hinting at the importance of support within the industry.

Response:
Turn off the lights, turn up my mic
Roll up some flight, let's all get right
It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life
It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life
I'm Infant Stone, I just came home
My flow is sick, disinfect the microphone
In '08 we told you we was never gon'
Change, and we still on this marathon
I'm a heavy hitter like Barry Bonds
Lightweight setback for a heavy arm
Now I'm jumping on stage with my jewelry froze
Fresh out, spending money, killed the movie role
It's all money in like a Brinks truck
And it's no money out like a prenup
You need to get your green up
'Cause me and my team up
Light up some flight, lace up my Nikes
Victory lap, tonight is the night
This the shit I waited for my whole fucking life
This the shit I waited for my whole fucking life (Stone)


Prompt: Create a song that highlights the anticipation and excitement of finally experiencing something you've always wanted and paying for it without hesitation.

Response:
Turn off the lights (Bleh), turn up my mic (Ahh)
Roll up some flight (Nigga), let's all get right (Haha)
It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life
It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life
Turn off the lights (Yeah), turn up my mic (Yeah)
Roll up some flight (Bleh), let's all get right (Right)
It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life (Right)
It's that shit you waited for your whole fucking life
Uh, like that
VL
TMC though, uh
Fuck the middle man, proud to pay, ihussle.com
Victory Lap coming soon nigga
Hussle


Prompt: A song about overcoming stress and challenges, emphasizing the importance of standing tall and facing issues head-on.

Response:
I don't stress out, nigga
Poke my chest out, nigga
Weight on my shoulder, bring the best out, nigga
Get it right or you get left out, nigga


Prompt: A young man reminiscing about his past struggles and how he has made his community proud, now traveling the world with his music and making a name for himself while maintaining his street credibility.

Response:
Playin' Pac in my cassette loud, nigga
I remember feelin' like a stepchild, nigga
I would hate to see my momma stressed out, nigga
Black Sam would tell me, "poke your chest out, nigga"
I could die today I've made the set proud, nigga
And I could fly away, but I respect vows, nigga
Used to always say I'd make the whole world feel this
Now I'm on the tour around the whole world, nigga
Paparazzi waitin' at my hotel, nigga
Smokin' while I'm drivin' that's with no L's, nigga
20 bands a month just for your bills, nigga
Princess cut diamonds up in your grill, nigga
Now smile in every camera and show you're a trill nigga
You feed 'em what you want cause that's your kill, nigga
And through the darkest days I was like, "oh well, nigga"
Westside neighborhood against the whole world, nigga


Prompt: A song that encourages listeners not to stress and to show confidence, while acknowledging the challenges that can bring out the best in people, and emphasizing the importance of staying on the right path or being left behind.

Response:
I don't stress out, nigga
Poke my chest out, nigga
Weight on my shoulder, bring the best out, nigga
Get it right or you get left out, nigga


Prompt: Rising to fame, overcoming struggles, and staying true to one's roots in the West.

Response:
Playin' BIG in my cassette loud, nigga
I remember feelin' like the best out, nigga
They ain't feel me then, but I'm a threat now, nigga
I'm the one that represent the West now, nigga
Almost didn't make it cause the set foul, nigga
Shit'll chip you quicker than the West now, nigga
Lock you up in cages, how it went down, nigga
Ship you out of town, you need to pen pal, nigga
Plenty times I've felt like this the end now, nigga
But I catch my 2nd wind around the 10th round, nigga
Only God knows to where it went down, nigga
But if you see us up that's cause we been down, nigga
Stand up, we don't never sit down, nigga
Man up, go and get a Benz now, nigga
Damn cuhz, look at how my campaign killin'
Panoramic views, chillin' under 12-foot ceilings
I don't stress out, nigga
I don't stress out, nigga


Prompt: A rapper boasting about their success, lifestyle, and unique achievements, while simultaneously addressing critics and rivals.

Response:
I got the key to the city, I got a ho that's saddity
Talk to that bitch in Swahili, tattoo my name in graffiti
Whack out your hood in graffiti
Come through your hood on the weekly
None of y'all niggas can't see me
None of y'all niggas can't see me
Tappin' in
Say they waitin' for it, tell the streets a nigga back again
Ridin' 'round inside the 'Bach again
Rollin' flame inside the 'Bach again
405, another traffic jam
Improvise another master plan
Sit outside a nigga family pad
Another seven grams inside a sandwich bag
My whole life is like a balance act
People's champ, but could you handle that?
I pull up inside the black on black
And park this big-ass Benz inside the handicap
What I done, they can't imagine that
One-of-one, it's like a magic trick
Matter fact, it's like a lotto pick
That's why I gotta talk a lot of shit


Prompt: A young man from Westside California, who is a hustler, reflects on the violent nature of his neighborhood and the importance of trusting those within his circle. He also mentions the consequences of betrayal and the struggles of maintaining a lifestyle.

Response:
Look, I'm from Westside California, they run up on ya
Ask you where you from and check yo' tats under yo' clothin'
Hustla, go hard make sure my knot swollen
Fuck it, say the wrong hood, bullets explodin'
I trust few people these days 'cause that's golden
I seen niggas get killed for who they roll with
And chose to keep inside they circle
Satan sittin' on your sofa
Same nigga that shot you was the one you used to smoke with
Cold shit, my whole clique notorious
You've heard of us, six Os is murderers
You still servin' clucks, jealous nigga, you broke as fuck
Yo bitch on my nuts, spillin' Patrón out my cup
She can't get enough, buffer me down as I puff on the finest kush
They say I be doin' too much, I just do my stuff
Yeah, I just do my stuff
Hussle, Hussle


Prompt: Write a song about making money through illegal activities and not leaving any evidence behind.

Response:
Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no traces
Big faces, suitcases, if you ain't know, hoe, we gettin' paid, bitch
Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no traces
Big faces, suitcases, if you ain't know, hoe, we gettin' paid, bitch


Prompt: Describe the struggles and realities of living in the streets and pursuing a life of hustle, while reflecting on the consequences and loss.

Response:
Been so many places, seen so many things
Niggas stood against tryna chase that cream
This ain't livin'
This ain't livin, no
You thinkin' you gettin' paid, hustlin' everyday
My homies passin' away, no
This ain't livin' (Hustle, nigga)
This ain't livin, no


Prompt: A song about the effects of crime, gang culture, and the streets on young people, as well as the consequences and potential rewards for engaging in dangerous activities.

Response:
Look
What happened to the code? Streets all in shambles
Niggas powderin' they nose, put the shame to what we stand for
They think we on some kill another nigga shit
We really on some stay down and diligent
The streets is cold, turn innocence to militants
Young niggas gangbangin' for the thrill of it
Pops was gone, moms was never home
But the streets was right there so they took you as they own
Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no traces
Big faces, suitcases, if you ain't know, hoe, we gettin' paid, bitch
Blue Laces, shell cases, we catch bodies, we don't leave no traces
Big faces, suitcases, if you ain't know, hoe, we gettin' paid, bitch


Prompt: A song that features the character of Nipsey Hussle in a menacing or threatening role, possibly with the theme of paying a debt or facing consequences.

Response:
New Nipsey Hussle (Checc me out)
You in trouble (Checc me out)
Pay us now (Checc me out)
Or pay me double (Checc me out)
New Nipsey Hussle (Checc me out)
New Nipsey Hussle (Checc me out)
New Nipsey Hussle (Checc me out)
Nigga, fuck it (Checc me out)


Prompt: Create a rap verse that speaks to overcoming adversity, achieving success, and encountering superficial people along the way.

Response:
Nigga, fuck it, I came from nothing
Shootouts in public, ridin' buses
Buyin' Benzes, was buying buckets
Knock me off of my grind, that's what they wasn't
My life was ugly, and I got money
Caught a glimpse of that, but that's not for me
She say she love me, she think she love me
She want my money, I think she funny
Uh, a-all bad bitches
V12 engines
Broke niggas die slow
While the rich get richer
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Shit like that
Sound like it looks


Prompt: Write a song that highlights the street life in Los Angeles and features a character who is confident, unapologetic, and unafraid to share their experiences.

Response:
We on the 'shaw (Checc me out)
Above the law (Checc me out)
I sag my pants (Checc me out)
To show my draws (Checc me out)
This how we ball (Checc me out)
Slauson Mall (Checc me out)
I fuck 'em once (Checc me out)
And never call (Checc me out)
Nigga


Prompt: Express the wealth gap and materialism through the lens of cars, lifestyle, and success in a rap song.

Response:
All bad bitches, (It's All Money In, by the way)
V-12 engines (Supreme)
Broke niggas die slow (It’s on your feet)
While the rich get richer


Prompt: A rapper's luxurious lifestyle and commitment to success, while warning others to stay away from trouble, and focusing on their own circle of friends and family.

Response:
Balenciagas, no Gucci problems
Get money with Timers, Louis V persona
Hit a nigga with a llama
You don’t want them problems
I do my thang in the kitchen
See, that's a Pyrex vision
And I roll with the riches
Stay flippin' those bitches
Stay away from the snitches
That's how you get those stitches
Only fuck with my circle
No square ass niggas
And we don't smoke on purple
Only kush out the Benzes
Where a nigga come from?
My niggas is so relentless
We don't play no games
Send a nigga to the dentist
Or to the ICU, that's how I see you
All about my business
All Money business, bitches
All bad bitches
V-12 engines
Broke niggas die slow
While the rich get richer


Prompt: Create a catchy song about living the high life, showing off wealth and success, and attracting attention from both men and women.

Response:
OPM (Checc me out)
All Money in (Checc me out)
That's a Beamer (Checc me out)
And a Benz (Checc me out)
We do it big (Checc me out)
Fucking twins (Checc me out)
We fuck they friends (Checc me out)
Please come again (Checc me out)
Please come again (Checc me out)
Please come again (Checc me out)
That's what I told her (Checc me out)
Please come again, ay (Checc me out)
Please come again (Checc me out)
Please come again (Checc me out)
OPM (Checc me out)
All Money In (Checc me out)
Nigga


Prompt: A rapper reflecting on the speed at which they achieve success and the importance of seizing opportunities in life.

Response:
Y'all see this shit, uh
Everything I operate go fast
Today, the day go by when I ain't got
If I want it, then that's how it should be
That's what we run this game for
Play that


Prompt: A man reflects on his journey through life, facing challenges and overcoming obstacles, while learning to trust himself and ignore the opinions of others.

Response:
Look, somehow I escaped the fate of this life I lead
Divorced the street, she tried to kill me and my wife to be
Black widow, silk sheets and a satin pillow
This California king loved you like a sack of indo
Empty patron bottles and a pack of Mentos
Master suite 'frigerator full of incidentals
Every day we have a ball like a blond bimbo
Talk to her like a shrink and fuck her like a nympho
And it can be as simple as it seems
If you never doubt yourself and learn from everything you see
Know, wishing on a star can turn your life into a dream
You could walk on water just don't look down at your feet
Look
Told this world I was a star I'm gon' need a stage
Cause life is short and talk is cheap so fuck what people say
When I was 12 a crazy lady told me lead the way
I shed a tear cause it was real and swore to never stray


Prompt: Reflect on the rapidly changing world and the loss of genuine connections, while considering the importance of self-belief, questioning the past, and the need for unity.

Response:
Now every second is a classic, when nothing last
Gotta take a moment and appreciate the fact that
This world is turning faster and faster
And once you found the real it's hard to tolerate the plastic
I ain't no Christian, ain't no Catholic but I believe
God gon' shine his light on everyone that never had shit
I need some answers to these questions that I'm asking
We used to be connected, who detached us?
We used to be respected, now they laughin'
We've turned into possessions with no passion
How we go from the best to less than average
We used to be connected, who detached us?
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Who? Who? Who? Who?
(With no collective identity)
You. You. You. You
(It's every man for himself)
Me. Me. Me. Me
(We need a black mafia)
Us. We. We
(Look)


Prompt: Discuss the concept of personal identity and interpersonal relationships in the context of war strategies and separation.

Response:
Who? Who? Who? Who?
(No separation)
Who? Who? Who? Who?
You. You. You. You
(Divide and conquer)
Me. Me. Me. Me
(It's the Art of War)
Us. We. We
Who detached us?
(Look)


Prompt: Imagine a heartfelt farewell message that a wise and inspiring person would share with their loved ones before leaving, full of life advice and encouragement to live authentically and with purpose.

Response:
Death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it
And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life
It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new
Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away
Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life
Don't be trapped by dogma, which is living with the results of other people's thinking
Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice
And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary
Stay Hungry. Stay Foolish
It was their farewell message as they signed off
And now, I wish that for you
Stay Hungry. Stay FoolishEmbed


Prompt: A person realizes they're unique among their peers and explains how they knew through various repetitions.

Response:
That's how I knew, that's how I knew
That's how I knew, that's how I knew
That's how I knew, that's how I knew
That's how I knew, that's how I knew that I was different
That's how I knew, that's how I knew
That's how I knew, that's how I knew
That's how I knew, that's how I knew
That's how I knew, that's how I knew that I was different


Prompt: A young rapper from a rough neighborhood on the West Coast, who grew up selling drugs to support his family, shares his experiences and views on life, the music industry, and the importance of hustling and staying true to his roots. He also emphasizes the dangers and realities of living in a high-crime area.

Response:
Look, I'm comin' straight off of Slauson
A crazy motherfucker named Nipsey
I'm turnt up cause I grew up in the 60's
Caution to you rap niggas try and diss me
I go hard that's why your bitch wanna flip me
Big guns, nigga, turn rivals into rosaries
Extended clips, I give a fuck who you 'posed to be
Straight off the block I sold dope to buy groceries
Now it's rap money, no advance, it's all royalties
You broke, nigga, you could follow me
It's fuck bitches, get money, keep some hollow heads logically
And I'm from where homicide boost the economy
Pay taxes to these coroners and put in work, it's a policy (Hussle)
It's white chalk on the corners
It's yellow tape on the gates
Choppers up above
That's 'cause the Tiny Locs runs the streets where I'm from


Prompt: Write a song lyrics introduction that sets the tone for a Nipsey Hussle track, highlighting themes of money, power, and street life.

Response:
This is just a small introduction to this Nipsey Hussle music
Guns, money and bitches, that's the way that we do it
First get your grind on, then get your shine on
Then come through daytime with the lights on (Hussle, Hussle)
Now hit the fast lane and let your chain swang (Yeah)
You getting' dollars like a doctor, but you gangbang
Yeah, it's Hussle in the house
Yeah, it's Hussle in the house (Hussle, Hussle)


Prompt: A song about a confident and successful individual, driving a fancy black car, enjoying their air conditioning and taking a break to smoke a backwood while rapping about their wealth.

Response:
My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa
Light my backwood, count 100 racks, smoking killa
I pull up in that black on black, smoking killa
My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa


Prompt: A young man rises with determination and ambition, despite facing challenges and potential threats. He's focused on achieving financial success, but also aware of the risks and obstacles along the way. The lyrics touch on themes of danger, determination, and the pursuit of wealth.

Response:
I wake up in this state of mind, like sky's the limit
My niggas said you crossed the line, well I'm gon' kill you
I'm focused on a million cash, that's the vision
Speeding and I'm finna crash, that's the feeling
Until my tires burn, though, and my wheels give out
These backwoods burn slow, like my bills dish out
When them people come for you, they gone steal yo house
Put yo name on them papers, they gone fill you out
Couple moves from yo quota, come fuck up yo count
Have you thinking bounce back when you out
Look, I'm tip-toeing over traps
Tight-roping at a height, you fall you knowing it's a wrap
But I'm gon' keep this balance, cause it ain't no turning back
Ain't no looking down, my niggas ain't concerned with that
More concerned with cash
More concerned with running laps, running rap
Getting rich, then run it back


Prompt: A young man shares his experiences with street life, violence, and his determination to rise above it all, while also expressing his success and aspirations.

Response:
My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa
Light my backwood, count 100 racks, smoking killa
I pull up in that black on black, smoking killa
My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa
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What's the deal, nigga? What's the deal, nigga?
How you feel? Now you know this shit is real, nigga
Once upon a time was in the field, nigga
War time, really kill or kill, nigga
Gunfire, shooting out civills, nigga
Young, wild, police gon' deal with you
Not too many still living
So I gotta paint it real vivid
I'm surprised that I'm here, nigga
Naw, I'm blind to my fears, nigga
I shine like De Beers, nigga
And fly like a Lear, nigga
Climb like the stairs, nigga
Spend time out in Paris, nigga
Come from where the grannies gotta bury niggas
And money make these hoes wanna marry niggas


Prompt: A rapper describes their life of luxury and leisure, complete with expensive cars, smoking, and a comfortable living environment.

Response:
My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa
Light my backwood, count 100 racks, smoking killa
I pull up in that black on black, smoking killa
My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa


Prompt: Contemplating past dreams and the pursuit of success

Response:
I think about them late nights
Drive to Vegas across the state lines
Finally did it, it just take time
Since I was ye' high, my only goal was get this cake right
And what they say, right
You on your own, it's what you make life
You was out there everyday, right?
Tryna push foreign, tryna eat steak, right?
Put some hunnids in yo safe, right?
Hang some flat screens in yo place, right?
Life insurance, just in case, right?
Gave something to the lawyer, just in case, right?
Sitting solo, first class, on a straight flight
I remember waiting on my day like...
Everyday I'm on this paper chase, like
Stand between these buildings 'til the daylight
Wiggle through the prisons and the grave sites
Then you finally get it, and you take flight
My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa
Light my backwood, count 100 racks, smoking killa
I pull up in that black on black, smoking killa
My AC on, my ceiling cracked, smoking killa


Prompt: Imagine a song about a successful and confident individual who feels on top of the world, having achieved greatness and receiving the "key to the city" as a symbol of their accomplishments.

Response:
455, I drive by doing a hundred
And I stay blunted 'cause I do what I need
And that's the reason that they love me
'Cause I've been making money
I got the key to the city
It feels good to be on top, I got the key to the city
This is how it is to be a big shot


Prompt: Where is your money? We're going to celebrate by smoking a hundred sacks (lbs of marijuana). We'll make a grand entrance by driving up and down your block in two different cars, just to show off. You're a crafty character but you haven't made a hundred thousand dollars (100 racks) yet. You're no Nip Hussle, that's a fact.

Response:
Where yo money at?
We gon’ smoke a hundred sacks
Shootin’ up your block
Switch cars, then we double back
You a funny cat
You ain’t made a hundred racks
You ain’t nothin’ like Nip Hussle
That’s a fuckin’ fact


Prompt: A rap song that emphasizes the artist's collection of high-powered firearms and challenges the listener to choose their favorite.

Response:
Big guns, big guns, I got big guns
AR’s, AK’s, nigga pick one
Big guns, big guns, I got big guns
AR’s, AK’s, nigga pick one
Nigga pick one
Nigga pick one
Nigga pick one
Nigga pick one


Prompt: A rapper is questioning their opponent's financial status and boasting about their own wealth and street credibility.

Response:
Where yo money at?
We gon’ smoke a hundred sacks
Shootin’ up your block
Switch cars, then we double back
You a funny cat
You ain’t made a hundred racks
You ain’t nothin’ like Nip Hussle
That’s a fuckin’ fact
Where yo money at?
Where yo money at? (What?)
Where yo money at? (Uh, what?)
God damn


Prompt: A rapper and their friend are driving to the studio when they hear a unique beat from a mixtape. They decide to sample it for their next project.

Response:
Yuh, me and my nigga Rimpau was on the way to the studio
And cuz had that, um, that Wiz and Curren$y mixtape in the tape deck, the CD changer
And I heard this beat I'm like, "What the fuck?"
Yahp!
Ya know, only thought it's right for my 58,000th leak
Shit, hear we go
Like this, look


Prompt: In the face of doubt or adversity, if someone discovers they have been believing in something untrue, they may still consider themselves a miracle because they have managed to hold on to their beliefs despite the contradiction.

Response:
If what I believe
Is proved to be wrong
Then I guess I'm a miracle


Prompt: A young man growing up in the hood, facing pressure and expectations, determined to make a better life for himself by hustling and striving to make a difference in his community.

Response:
I was been supposed to change up
I was been supposed to fold all this pressure
I was been supposed to change up
Nigga, what would I look like? I come from the hood
I represent the only way up
Had to hustle, boy, I'm tryna touch a toy
I'm tryna fuck these L.A. streets up
Think it's safe to say that I did it
Look nigga, uh


Prompt: A song about overcoming challenges and staying true to oneself amidst the rain, with a focus on perseverance, personal growth, and maintaining a positive outlook in life.

Response:
Most the time, when it rain it start pouring'
But how we grind, it make the weather change for us
(repeat 3x)
We roll through, but we never change for 'em
So smile for us, when you see us, drive foreigns


Prompt: A song about the lifestyle and mentality of a successful musician, emphasizing the importance of hard work, loyalty, and maintaining a strong personal brand.

Response:
Yeah (Yeah)
Plug (Plug)
Bidness (Bidness)


Prompt: A rapper describes their desire for financial success and their commitment to protecting their reputation.

Response:
Yeah, look
Need a hundred a show so we can fly in a jet
Fuck with you, girl, you always ready for sex
Keep my eye on this game and let the money invest
And, nigga, I'ma die for my fuckin' respect


Prompt: A rapper boasts about their accomplishments and expensive accessories, while mentioning the people they've worked with.

Response:
Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane


Prompt: A rapper from Harlem and Queens reminiscing about memorable encounters in their hometowns, while using a playful and provocative language as a form of expression.

Response:
Suck a nigga dick or somethin' (Yeah)
Suck a nigga dick or somethin' (You already know, Harlem)
Suck a nigga dick or somethin' (Queens)
Suck a nigga dick or somethin' (Queens for the Kings of the Queens)


Prompt: A song describing someone being so offended that they want to eat another person's behind

Response:
Eat a Barbie ass or somethin'
Eat a Barbie ass or somethin'
Eat a Barbie ass or somethin'
Eat a Barbie ass or somethin'


Prompt: Write a song about a celebration of urban life, focusing on the themes of wealth, fashion, and camaraderie.

Response:
Brrt
Kirk Kneezy on the beat
Yo, you know this here for the city, nigga
Gold chains, Plain Janes, and all that good stuff, nigga


Prompt: A musician in New York struggles to find quiet moments to record their music due to the city's noisy atmosphere, and uses a catchy phrase to encourage their audience to be more involved in their performance.

Response:
I gotta close the window before I record
‘Cause New York don't know how to be quiet
(Work) Stand up!
(Work) Ferg!
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!


Prompt: A rapper boasting about their recent success, name-dropping collaborators and high-end brands they've partnered with.

Response:
Ride with the mob, Alhamdulillah
Check in with me and do your job
Ferg is the name, Ben Baller did the chain
Tourneau for the watch, presi Plain Jane


Prompt: A confident rapper is addressing a rival or a competitor, using a bold and provocative phrase to convey their dominance and challenge the other person.

Response:
Suck a nigga dick or somethin'
Suck a nigga dick or somethin'
Suck a nigga dick or somethin'
Suck a nigga dick or somethin'


Prompt: A song about a confident and unapologetic person who believes that they are so attractive and irresistible that they can say whatever they want, no matter how explicit, and it will still be perceived as a compliment.

Response:
Suck a nigga dick or somethin'
Suck a nigga dick or somethin'
Suck a nigga dick or somethin'
Suck a nigga dick or somethin'


Prompt: A rapper narrates a day in his life, surrounded by thuggish friends, and emphasizes his status and the women who desire him. The lyrics mention a dirt van with women who want to suck, popping pills for money, women who'd be mad if they found out, hanging out with fellow rappers, a friend with a K who sprays bullets, and finally, the influence of Shabba Ranks and the song's catchy phrase.

Response:
Short nigga but my dick tall
What I told your bitch, dog
Only thug nigga down at the Pitchfork
Dirty van bitches wanna suck my dick off
Pop a Xanny for a penny
Get to hit floor, run up in this shit raw
I got a girl, I ain't never got no fuckin' condoms
If she caught me, then that bitch would be pissed off (Real nigga shit)
Fergy be mobbing all day, prolly with Marty or Jay
Them my niggas from back in the day, Tarzan ain't showing his face
He prolly the one with the K, fronting then he letting it spray
Two shots to a bumboclaat man, Shabba Ranks let it go to your brain
Front then he coming your way, let the semi dump-dump then he coming your way
Dump when the bad man come, my yute don't ramp with me
Coupe full of bad hoes, they all wanna come with me
You got a coupe with a sad ho cause she wanna come with me
Shabba!


Prompt: Create a song inspired by the extravagant lifestyle of Shab-Shabba Ranks, emphasizing his wealth and status through various references and comparisons to his image.

Response:
Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shab-Shabba Ranks
Eight gold rings like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks
Four gold chains like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks
One gold tooth like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks
Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shab-Shabba Ranks
Eight gold rings like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks
Two bad bitches like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks
One gold tooth like I'm Shab-Shabba Ranks
Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shabba Ranks...
Shab-Shabba Ranks, Shab-Shabba Ranks...


Prompt: A group of musicians excitedly arrives at a recording studio, ready to create a song that captures their enthusiasm and passion for music.

Response:
Yeah, straight off the plane
Droppin' the flame
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!


Prompt: A rapper reminisces about his experiences in the streets, the challenges his friends and family face, and the people he meets while pursuing his dreams, including a high fashion-loving woman who he impresses with his confidence and style.

Response:
A lot of niggas die, due to these streets
A lot of mamas cry, due to this beef
Purple kush got me high, don't wanna leave
See my daddy in heaven, he be the realest G
And your bitch I got her, she like my Tommy boxers
Nigga I ain't no boxer, I let that Tommy box 'em
Make 'em say ugh, Silkk the Shocker
Very rare Vesace, I bet my silk will shock her


Prompt: Imagine a song that includes multiple collaborations, with each artist contributing a verse or chorus. The song is about reaching a new level of success and confidence in their work, with the hook emphasizing their journey to this point.

Response:
Yeah, yeah
A$AP (Turn my vocals up a little bit more, please)
Yeah, A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yeah, a little bit more
Yeah (Coo-coo), I'm on a new level (Yeah)
I'm on it, I'm on it (Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh)


Prompt: A song about rising from humble beginnings, honoring family members who have passed, and making a name for oneself while also looking out for loved ones and ensuring their well-being.

Response:
Daddy lookin' down, I know he see me blowin' up
My grandma would be so proud (Yeah, yeah)
Up in Heaven, Yamborgini, know my brother see me
I'ma make my bro proud (Yeah, yeah)
Tell his mama I'ma take her outta work
Know that I'ma hold my bros down (Yeah, yeah)
A$AP 'til a nigga die
If you didn't know, well, you know now
I gotta get in my zone now
I gotta get in my zone now (Right)
Only a couple-a more down
Momma gon' get a new home now (Alrihgt)
Teach Marty Baller how to be a boss (Yeah)
So none of us ever go broke now (Coo-coo)
I'ma bring you to the water, swim, nigga
I cannot bring you the boat now


Prompt: Remind the listeners of the East Coast's dominance in the music scene and the aggressive, party-ready attitude of the rappers from there, emphasizing the idea of "running it up" to the point of turning up the heat with the lyrics, "run it up," and "get burnt.

Response:
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (Remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, motherfucker
Call me "Mr. East Coast," motherfucker
Let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo


Prompt: When feeling powerful and confident in the kitchen, what are the various ways someone might express their dominance in different aspects of life?

Response:
In the kitchen, culinary, I could whip a Bloody Mary
And I wish that blood would dead me, I'ma get your brother buried
Gangbanging with your halo, business on the payphone
Bitches pussies drying up like Taz's Angels
Never was a client 'cause that boy ain't buying it
And I got a bottom bitch, my top come on consignment
Step up from the minor league, double-M the dynasty
No, I never sold dope; I just got me a finder's fee
Following my frequency, niggas rapping week to week
Suckers be so weak to me; text, but don't speak to me
You can never speak for me, see the B.I. chemistry
Check into the crazy house, I'ma turn the labels out


Prompt: Rap lyrics about a song's remix, partying until sunrise, and claiming the East and West Coast hip-hop scenes.

Response:
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (Remix)
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up (All right)
This that East Coast, motherfucker (Ooh)
But I know this West Coast— (Snoop Dogg!)


Prompt: Thinking about my birthdate and how I became a product of the streets, embracing the gang culture and the challenges that come with it, while still maintaining a sense of loyalty and camaraderie with my friends and family.

Response:
Ten-twenty was my date of birth, the day I came to Earth
Bottle-sipping, love to burp, young nigga that's doing dirt
"Long Beach" across my shirt, all y'all niggas gon' get murked
What the fuck is you talkin' bout? Me and Ferg, we gon' put in work
Bang on you, gang culture, out of this world
It's all on a bitch—is she a Blood? Is she a Crip?
Don't slip, think not, on the block where it's hot
Legalize with the nines, give a fuck about a cop
Real shit, this is it, from the bottom to the Bay
This is anybody K, California all day
Yes sir, on the curb, Mossberg by the van
Lil' homies on the roof with the "blam, blam, blam!"
Long Beach, popping pill on 'em
I been working so hard, nigga, get your bale on
I been working so hard, nigga, work to sell somethin'
I been working so hard, welcome to the Hell-zone, zone, zone


Prompt: A rapper expresses their pride in being from Long Beach and talks about their skills in partying and taking over the music scene, while also paying homage to both East Coast and West Coast hip-hop influences.

Response:
See I'm from Long Beach
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up (Remix)
See I'm from Long Beach
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up (Oww, all right)
See I'm from Long Beach
This that East Coast, motherfucker
California, motherfucker, see I'm from Long Beach
Call me "Mr. East Coast," motherfucker (Long Beach)
West Coast


Prompt: Create lyrics that describe an intense conflict involving a large group of friends and a rival, culminating in the rival's defeat and the narrator's warning to anyone who tries to challenge them.

Response:
I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch
I fucked your bitch, nigga, I fucked your bitch
She sucked my dick, nigga, she sucked my dick
She sucked my dick, nigga, she sucked my dick
Ride around town with about 100 niggas
When you see me come around, don't try to run up on a nigga
Four pound lay 'em down, now you six feet under, nigga
If you feel some type of way, let me see you dump nigga
Dump Dump
With about 100 niggas
Don't try to run up on a nigga
Now you six feet under, nigga
Let me see you dump nigga
With about 100 niggas
Don't try to run up on a nigga
Now you six feet under, nigga
Let me see you dump nigga


Prompt: Imagine a song about a rapper reaching new heights in their career, dominating the music scene, and encouraging others to join their team.

Response:
Trap Lord season begins, now repent your sins
This Yamborghini on the motherfuckin' check-in
You know I had to hang glide through for this one and all that
You know, we at the all-star game right now, eyes closed (Swish)
Shootin' fadeaways from half-court (Elbow in the rim and all that)
Tomahawk jams (Y'all still in the D-League doing, uhh, layup drills)
Ya heard? Ya feel me?


Prompt: A song about a character named Fergenstein who has a powerful gun and is not afraid to use it, causing fear and violence in their surroundings.

Response:
Kill a motherfucka with the Magnum .44
Find a chump slumped, nigga, magnum on the road
Body full of bullets when they found him on the road
Lay a fucker down, spray it at him then reload
This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go
Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload
This that Fergenstein and I be down to let it go
Semi or the tech, spray it at him then reload (Fergie!)


Prompt: Write a song about the success and fame of a rapper, focusing on their luxurious lifestyle and the challenges of being at the top.

Response:
So it's like, "Fuckin' Problems," platinum (Bling, bling)
LongLiveA$AP number one album in the country (Bling blaow)
Sold out tours, what's next? Trap Lord
Let these motherfuckers have it, let 'em know we not playing this year
The limb's never been so relaxed, ever, heheh
It's lonely at the top; all this shrimp, nobody to share it with
We ain't trippin' though, heheheheh
Y'all walkin' 'round with wrinkled silks, looking crazy, nah mean?
Pay your dry-cleaning bill and all that (pay that, pay that)
Cause it's like, it ain't even a competition no more, hahahahahah


Prompt: A person is reflecting on their past decisions and the consequences they've faced, with a focus on the recurring theme of avoiding dangerous situations. The individual is constantly reminded of the potential consequences of their actions, as they find themselves praying in a life-threatening environment.

Response:
God say "Son, you don't wanna go down"
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
God say: "Son, you don't wanna go down"
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
God say: "Son, you don't wanna go down"
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound
God say: "Son, you don't wanna go down"
Now you praying in that trap when you hear that gun sound


Prompt: In this song, a mother mourns the loss of her son who she believes got caught up in a life of crime and violence, ultimately leading to his tragic death. Despite her desperate pleas, he won't speak again and she's left to cope with her grief and heartache. The lyrics also mention a figure called the "Hood Pope," who claims to be there for the people and rapping about his experiences in the streets and his struggles. The song includes references to religious imagery, flashy jewelry, and fashion trends, painting a vivid picture of life in the hood.

Response:
And they told you, told you time again
That ain't you gon' find your friends
You talking about you riding with them
And fighting with them, those ain't your friends
You dying, lying on cement, momma be crying "Don't take him!
Gotta be trying but he sin, I promise he won't, ever again
God, he was a little child, he was a good kid for a while
He found the streets and then it got wild; God, I promise, never again
God, he is my only child, please awake him so he smiles"
But all she hear is lonely sounds, now he won't talk ever again
Ohh, let me sing my song
If you feel this shit, mothafucka sing along
Ohh, this the Hood Pope
Chain hang low, red rubies and the gold
Ohh, young Trap Lord
Feel your pain, I be down for my people
Ohh, drinking Jesus juice
Jeans hang low, rare rubies and the gold


Prompt: A young man from the streets shares his experience with drugs, women, and power, all the while emphasizing the importance of faith and knowledge in his life.

Response:
I ain't never had shit
Not a pot to piss, window to throw it out of
Sherm got me high, get your ass in the shower
Took one pull, shit, told her it wasn't sour
Hit a double drum chant getting louder
Chant getting louder (Louder)
Mulan bitch wanna fuck for an hour
Start sucking dick, bitch, enough of the powder
Come fuck with this bougie nigga
Come fuck with this bougie nigga
High fashion, Ksubi nigga
You fuck with them booty niggas
'Cause you fuck with them booty niggas
Now Fergie all up in your groupie, nigga
Reincarnation of Master Fard
Elijah Muhammad reside in my heart
Diss and I'll blow, and shouts from Allah
Knowledge was born with science, young lord
Tripping yourself is no valish, young lord
Study your scriptures and follow your God
Life in the trap I know times will get hard
I'll pick up your life, just abide by the Lord
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Abide by the Lord
Abide by the Lord
Abide by the Lord (Alright!)


Prompt: A confident rapper is about to confront their adversaries, expressing their readiness to fight and asserting their dominance with a criminal air. The lyrics talk about the rapper's determination to put their enemies in their place and how they will not take any losses. The lyrics also emphasize the rapper's confidence, their crew's power, and the loyalty to their cause.

Response:
You 'bout to get it from a general, I don't know if they can hear me though
Don’t you niggas ever bother tryna see me, I'm a criminal
Oh Lord, once he's in the sight of a scope
I'ma let them have it when I sever
Damn, he wants to make me set it off
I'ma bury you motherfuckers without a coffin
Never taking no shorts, we never taking no losses
When you're dealing with my crew, A$AP, Bone, yeah, we bosses
Anybody with a bone to pick
Now when I level my charge, I'm damn sure to make it stick
You must be looking to suffer, well I'ma make it quick
Gotta train load of 'ish that’ll make ya sick
I'm here to wipe 'em out quicker than a pandemic
Bone came original, not a gimmick, can you dig it?
Hell yeah they can dig it while I'm sitting on my throne
Steady laughing at you niggas trying to get it (Get it, get it)


Prompt: Write a song expressing gratitude and asking for protection and forgiveness from a higher power, while also acknowledging personal flaws and the importance of family and friends.

Response:
Gentle Jesus, meek and mild
Look upon his little child
Pity my simplicity
Allow me to come to thee
Lord Jesus forgive me for my sins
Make sure that you take care of my family, my mom
God bless my dad
Look over me and my niggas, Amen


Prompt: Incorporate elements of a prayer into a song's lyrics and reflect on themes of forgiveness, seeking guidance, and overcoming temptation.

Response: Our Father who art is in heaven, hallowed be thy name. A$AP. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on Earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil for thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory


Prompt: Imagine a song featuring A$AP Ferg and Waka Flocka where they showcase their rap skills and energy in a track with the theme of collaboration and friendship.

Response:
A$AP Ferg, Waka Flocka (Alright!)
Ferg, Flocka!


Prompt: A song about a young man from the Southside who has been street educated, and known for his aggressive persona and willingness to use violence if necessary. He's not afraid to prove himself and is often compared to Rambo in terms of his fearlessness.

Response:
Some say I'm possessed, that's why Christ on my chest
I'm from the Southside so I throw up the S
Disrespect, I lay you to rest
Boy you ass, you softer than breast
Bloody murder, I lay you to rest
Aim for the head ain't no need for a vest
Can't nothing protect you from this tec
Street educated, no use for G-Tech
Niggas be talking but really don't want it
Put shells in your stomach, like pussy, you wet
Flocka like Rambo, I stay with the ammo
Test me, that's a gamble like Russian Roulette
I stay with them commas, I been through the drama
You going to war, you better invest
Fuck is a K? I ain't impressed
Got thousands of shooters I pay just to flex


Prompt: A rapper rapping about being respected and not messing with the police, emphasizing their willingness to confront or eliminate any threats to their group.

Response:
Niggas say I'm real, bitches say I'm hot
Disrespect the Mob or Squad, then you gettin' shot
We don't dial 9-1-1, we don't fuck with cops
1-8-7 to the fuckin' ops
Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something
Ain't afraid to murda something, ain't afraid to murda something


Prompt: A group of friends, representing their local neighborhood, come together for a special event. They're excited and proud of their group, called A$AP Mob, and take this opportunity to showcase their talents, personalities, and individual skills. They express their unity and friendship through dance, music, and chants. They represent their community, and the support and love of the people in their community, in the face of challenges and hard times. Their chants, words, and actions reflect their determination, resilience, and loyalty to their group and the people in their community.

Response:
Shabba! Him deh yah (Yeah, first)
S and a H and a A, double-B and a A, R-A-N-K-S
Always the best (A$AP Mob, fly the flag)
A$AP Mob (Always), do the job, fly the flag (Yeah, fly the flag)
Lawd ah mercy (Lawd ah mercy), people


Prompt: A confident rapper, inspired by the flamboyance of dancehall artist Sha-Shabba Ranks, creates a song listing off the various luxuries and status symbols he possesses, including gold rings, chains, a gold tooth, and "two bad bitches", all while invoking Sha-Shabba Ranks' name as a symbol of his ambition and style.

Response:
Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks (Ah)
Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks (Yeh)
Four gold chains like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks (Ah)
One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks (Juh-juh)
Sha-Shabba Ranks, Sha-Sha-Shabba Ranks (Damn, damn!)
Eight gold rings like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
Two bad bitches like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks
One gold tooth like I'm Sha-Shabba Ranks


Prompt: The vocalist repeats and highlights their name, "Shabba Ranks," throughout the song, expressing pride in their identity and personal brand.

Response:
(Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks)
Shabba Ranks
(Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks)
Sha-Shabba Ranks
(Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks)
Shabba Ranks
(Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks, Shabba Ranks) (Damn, damn!)
Sha-Shabba Ranks


Prompt: Write a song about a fun party where famous musicians, including Frankie and Fergie, come together to entertain and get people dancing.

Response:
It's that time again
Frankie motherfuckin' P
Fergie, come out and play


Prompt: A song about a person's significant other urging them to stay when they want to leave, with the chorus encouraging them to enjoy their time together by dancing and moving their hips.

Response:
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Ooh)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Skrrt)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Ooh)
Move your hips, okay
When I be leavin', she tell me to stay (Yeah, yeah, yeah, go)


Prompt: Create a song that highlights the passion and intimacy between two people, while also referencing the wild and playful nature of their connection.

Response:
I call you gata‚ 'cause you's a wild cat
You leave me with a big neck scratch when I hit it from the back
Pillow under your stomach‚ you like it like that
They catch you half-sleep so you can't fight that
We go for hours‚ fuck in the shower, pussy devour
Foreplay in the kitchen, bend it over the counter (Mm)
You taste like candy‚ I eat it like Sour Power
You be likin' it rough, your body soft as a flower (Yeah)
And when we finish, you be holding me (Yeah)
Got your head on my chest‚ you consoling me (Yeah)
Quick to close the blinds when I'm hitting that
But I'm hoping you leave it open, so they know it's me (Damn)
From the beginning, you said it was mine
And I can tell the way you said it that you weren't lying
You see me text her (Yeah) like, "Baby, you fine"
And I can still feel the tingle up and down my spine


Prompt: When you're around me, I feel like I'm in a dream, fairy tale, or fantasy, but maybe it's just my imagination. You're a strong and independent person, and I like to be in control. We have a special connection, and even if we make mistakes, it's worth it. I'd love to take you on tour with me.

Response:
I'm in a dream, fairy tale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh)
I must be losing my mind
Dream, fairy tale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh)
I must be losing my mind
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You know you belong to me
You can bring your whole squad plus three
You don't like to get told what to do
But you like it when I put you on a leash
All fours for me, on the floor for me
Have you scratching walls, parkour for me
And every night, I'll hit it right
I'ma bring you on tour with me (Yeah)
You the one for me
And even if you're wrong for me
It's a good mistake, even when I'm wide awake


Prompt: Imagine a world where your everyday life turns into a dream, fairy tale, or fantasy when someone special is nearby, making you question your sanity.

Response:
I'm in a dream, fairy tale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh)
I must be losing my mind
Dream, fairy tale, fantasy when you're around me (Ooh)
I must be losing my mind


Prompt: A hip-hop artist who is known for his catchphrase "Fergivicious" and is also referred to as Lord Ferg the Second, the Fergenstein, rallies his fans, known as trap lordians, in a song.

Response:
Yeah, a lot of you people look at me like
"Who the fuck this nigga think he is?"
Lord Ferg the Second, the Fergenstein
All the trap lordians stand up, yeah


Prompt: Create a repetitive and catchy lyric phrase about the comfort of a mattress, as if it were a subject of obsession or desire.

Response:
Mattress, mattress, mattress (Uh)
Mattress, mattress, mattress, mattress (Uh)
Mattress, mattress, mattress (Alright)


Prompt: Reminisce about growing up in a tough neighborhood, highlighting the challenges and hustles faced in life

Response:
Came a long way from the mattress (Yeah)
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress (Hey, yeah)
And I used to hump on the mattress (Yeah)
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress (Hey, right)
My uncle kept O's in the mattress (Yeah)
Flippin' the work like gymnastics (Hoo, yeah)
Pitchin' the crack, it do backflips (Hoo)
Po-po was flipping the mattress (Hoo, yeah)


Prompt: Write a song about overcoming hardship and transforming one's life, with references to childhood memories and growth.

Response:
Came a long way from the mattress (Yeah)
Boy, I used to jump on the mattress (Hey, right)
And I used to hump on the mattress (Right)
My grandma kept the gun in the mattress (Alright)
My uncle kept O's in the mattress (Yeah)
Flippin' the work like gymnastics (Hey, right)
Pitchin' the crack, it do backflips (Right)
Po-po was flipping the mattress (Oh)


Prompt: Write a catchy and energetic song about the desires and expectations people have from you, while also showcasing your success and haters. Include references to A$AP and XO collaborations and an interest in having a car with stars.

Response:
What do you want? (What do you want?) Cut my grass low, see the snakes, all in my lawn (In my lawn)
Tell me what you want (Yeah), got a party inside my trunk (In my trunk)
What do you want? (Yeah) All my haters mad that I'm on (I'm on)
A$AP with XO, tell me what else do you want? (What do you want?)
What do you want? (What?) Is it a car (What do you want?), with the stars?
Tell me what you want (What do you want?), what do you want? (What do you want?)
What do you want? (What do you want?)
XO with A$AP, tell me what else do you want?


Prompt: Create a song lyrics about a passionate, no-holds-barred sexual encounter between two people who are deeply connected but not in love.

Response:
She lickin' the tip, she put it on her tongue
She smokin' my dick, she coughin' up her lung
Please don't run, please don't run
She open her leg, I eat that thing for lunch
I get in her zone, I give her the bone, I tell her, "Let's have fun"
A couple of rounds, a five to four to three to two to one
They come to my house, they booty bounces like it's three to one
Feelin' my touch, fuckin' that bitch and she's lickin' my nuts
It's no love, ridin' that coupe 'cause she's fillin' my life
Baby, it's my life, snakes in that grass and I tell you no lie-ie-ie
You ride or die tonight
Don't tell me no lie, look in my eye


Prompt: A song about a person with a unique lawn, a flashy car, and a desire to provide for their fans while addressing the jealousy of their haters.

Response:
Cut my grass low, see the snakes, all in my lawn (In my lawn)
Tell me what you want (Yeah), got a party inside my trunk (In my trunk)
What do you want? (Yeah) All my haters mad that I'm on (I'm on)
A$AP with XO, tell me what else do you want? (What do you want?)
What do you want? (What?) Is it a car (What do you want?), with the stars?
Tell me what you want (What do you want?), what do you want? (What do you want?)
What do you want? (What do you want?)
XO with A$AP, tell me what else do you want? (What do you want?)


Prompt: A song that expresses strong feelings of frustration and annoyance, with the repeated phrase "Get the fuck outta my face" used to emphasize the desire for distance from an irritating or invasive presence.

Response:
Get the fuck outta my face
Get the fuck outta my face


Prompt: Write a song that expresses strong emotions and frustration towards a persistent nuisance or annoyance.

Response:
Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face
Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face
Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face
Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face
Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face
Get the fuck out my mothafuckin' face


Prompt: In this song, the artist talks about their rise to fame, the perks of celebrity life, and their success in various areas.

Response:
Floor seats for the Knicks
Couple models blow a kiss (Huh)
They don't even want a pic
Wanna lick up on the (Yeah, yeah)
I done made a couple hits
Goin' hammer with the Bic (Huh)
God handed me the gift
Nothin' slammin' for a brick (Yeah, yeah, right)
Rollie ain't got a tick (Tick, tick, tick)
I attract a lot of ticks (Huh)
Gettin' caught up in the mix (Hoo)
Hollywood, same chicks (Right)
Didn't know that I'd be doing this (Yeah)
Went to school for paintin' pics (Huh)
Now I paint the bigger pic (Coo-coo)
See, I'm really with the shits (Damn)


Prompt: A man reminisces about the efforts he and his friends made to obtain great seats at a sports event, ultimately receiving recognition from the crowd and the attractive women around him.

Response:
We all grinded for the floor seats
Now all the pretty girls, they know me
I'm on a jumbotron, you can't ignore me
Just look at my seats, I'm sittin' cozy (That's right)
We all grinded for the floor seats (Huh)
Now all the pretty girls, they know me (Coo-coo)
I'm on a jumbotron, you can't ignore me
Just look at my seats, I'm sittin' cozy (Hoo, hoo, hoo, oh)


Prompt: A rapper is bragging about their weapons and animals while emphasizing that they are prepared for any situation.

Response:
I got these choppas on deck
And the 9 is on deck
And the llamas on deck
Just in case you ain't heard what I say
I got these choppas on deck
And the 9 is on deck
And the llamas on deck
Just in case you ain't heard what I say
I got these choppas on deck
And the 9 is on deck
And the llamas on deck
Just in case you ain't heard what I say
I got these choppas on deck
And the 9 is on deck
And the llamas on deck
Just in case you ain't heard what I say


Prompt: Describe a past experience of going to a club with a firearm, while discussing the importance of having the right attire and expressing frustration with not being able to achieve personal goals.

Response:
Now like I was saying
I used to go into muh'fuckin', um, Bomber's Club on Convent
With slacks and shoes on, with the TEC-9 on
Just - you know what I'm saying? Just scoping out for a bit
Yeah Psych, you used to have the TEC with the good pants?
You know, we was just hungry like that
Too tired of shooting in the air cause I can't get my way and shit


Prompt: Describe a scene where a family member hides a weapon from an uncle who listens to intense music, and another family member has a fear of being harmed by the uncle's potential aggressive behavior.

Response:
Grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle
He would listen to Wu-Tang 'fore walkin' in the jungle
Army fatigue jacket, kitchen knife, hope he don't cut you
With a deuce-deuce up in his boot in case he get in tussles


Prompt: The singer is encouraging someone to embrace their true potential and unleash their energy, passion, and determination to achieve greatness.

Response:
(And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
(And he will!)  Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
(And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
(And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang


Prompt: A man's life is complicated and filled with ups and downs, particularly focusing on his relationships with his family, his attitudes towards work and responsibility, his interactions with the opposite sex, and his struggle with personal demons and addictions.

Response:
Lightpost workout, how he turned out
Granddaddy tried to help him but he burnt out
He screamed, "Lazy fucker, won't you try to get a job?"
Block party where the hoochies turned out
They would dance and sweat they perm out
If they scream, "We got beef" he would handle with no prob
Cologne and liquor was his odor, fragrance of a ridin' soldier
ODB was his persona, he was high on Mars
40 ounce and then some marijuana
When grandma died from pneumonia
Now his life a roller coaster, put that shit on God
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(And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
(And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
(And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang
(And he will!) Let it bang, let it bang, let it bang


Prompt: A group of people are expressing their frustration and anger over an issue or situation, using repetitive lines to emphasize their collective annoyance.

Response:
They mad, they mad
They mad, why they mad?
They mad, and they mad
They mad, they mad
They mad, they mad
They mad, and they mad
You mad, you and you mad


Prompt: Imagine a rapper who has achieved significant success and is now flaunting his wealth, bragging about his lifestyle, and making a playful joke about people's imperfections, all while embracing the idea of living a lavish lifestyle and being unapologetic about it.

Response:
I'm ballin', ballin', I'm shot callin'
Gotta brush the gold grills when I wake in the mornin'
You can smell that champagne when a nigga be yawnin'
And I'm straight shittin' on you cause it's lyrical on it
Got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face


Prompt: A person is looking out their window and admiring the beautiful day, noticing their lush green grass. As they continue to gaze outside, they suddenly spot a familiar figure - Adam Levine. They daydream about interacting with the celebrity, believing they have a hundred reasons to connect with him.

Response:
Now I'm lookin' through the window and the sky's so blue
Lookin' through the window and my grass' so green
Lookin' through my window, hold on I know you
Hollup, is that Adam Levine?
Adam Levine, I got a hundred
Adam Levine, I got a hundred
Adam Levine, I got a hundred
Adam Levine, I got a hundred


Prompt: The luxurious lifestyle of a successful rapper, who flaunts their wealth, gold teeth, and confidence in the face of haters.

Response:
I'm ballin', ballin', I'm shot callin'
Gotta brush the gold grills when I wake in the mornin'
You can smell that champagne when a nigga be yawnin'
And I'm straight shittin' on you cause it's lyrical on it
Got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face
I got a hundred dollar bill for every bump on your face


Prompt: Imagine a place where all walks of life gather, including the pious, those in power, and even the innocent - but the common thread that unites them is their involvement with cocaine. This place is known as the "Cocaine Castle," a symbol of the widespread influence of this powerful drug on society.

Response:
Everybody going to this cocaine castle
You'll probably see your reverend at this cocaine castle
Pimps and prostitutes at this cocaine castle
Doctors in their suits at this cocaine castle
Babies in they Pampers at this cocaine castle
Crying with they grandma at this cocaine castle
Momma doing drugs at this cocaine castle
Tryna get some buzz at this cocaine castle


Prompt: Imagine a song that describes the struggles and dangers of life in a crack house, where addiction leads to self-destruction and the loss of loved ones. Consider using the themes of darkness, pain, and desperation to convey the characters' experiences.

Response:
All another day in the crack house, where demons be talking to fiends
Couple hits and they blackout, needles be stuck all in their veins
Au revoir, sing a song that be stuck all in your brain
That shit so potent, it'll have you doing devilish things, yeah
Take a walk through the dark side, where a nigga don't see no light
One hit is all I need, that nigga gon' take your life
What about your wife? What about your kids?
What about your crib? What about your moms? What about her tears?
What about that shit? What about your uncle? He died last year
From the same thing, you kissed that glass to hide your fears
This is what it bring, nothing to your life, you die, you die
Basing your life upon the hope that you gon' get the same high


Prompt: Describe a place where all kinds of people come together, engaging in various activities, and where the atmosphere is filled with excess and indulgence.

Response:
Everybody going to this cocaine castle
You'll probably see your reverend at this cocaine castle
Pimps and prostitutes at this cocaine castle
Doctors in their suits at this cocaine castle
Babies in they Pampers at this cocaine castle
Crying with they grandma at this cocaine castle
Momma doing drugs at this cocaine castle
Tryna get some buzz at this cocaine castle
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I remember when I was, when I was lit the fuck up
I was, I just, I just, I just remember that day
I remember what it feels like


Prompt: Write a song expressing the struggles and experiences of someone going through a difficult time while high on drugs, trying to escape their problems and seeking a cure.

Response:
Tripping off this weed got a nigga slow motion
Chills all over my body like some cold lotion
Tryna wrestle demons like I'm fucking Hulk Hogan
Looking for the cure but I'm seeing no potion
Tryna sleep it off but it only gets worse
Seems like my whole life fucking been cursed
Devil tryna get me in this fucking paradise
Fucking all these bitches raw just to roll the dice


Prompt: A person is wondering why a particular person or object keeps appearing in their dreams.

Response:
Why you in my dreams?
Why you in my dreams?
Why you in my dreams?
Why you all in my dreams?


Prompt: A song about dominating the club, with lyrics emphasizing the artist's confidence and disregard for those who try to hold them back, featuring repeated chants of "tear the club up.

Response:
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
Tear the club up
(What you know, I mean?)
Tear the club up
(What you know? Nigga, A$AP, nigga)
Tear the club up
(Man, this, nigga, this A$AP, nigga, I don't give a fuck)
Tear the club up
(Nigga, stop all that, stop all that goofy shit, fool)
Tear the club up
(Nigga, still smoking Jitt pack, I don't give a fuck)
(Ayy, stop all that goofy shit)
This for all you player-haters who be talking this
(Fuck y'all, nigga, fuck your squad, nigga)
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E)
Ayy (Hey)
Ayy (Ayy, yeah)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Yeah)


Prompt: A woman proudly showcases her expensive accessories and lifestyle while acknowledging the exhaustion caused by her frequent travels.

Response:
Celine bag (Woo), got a lot of chips (Yeah)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (Right)
Celine bag (Woo), got a lot of drip (Yeah)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (That's right)
Celine bag (Right), got a lot of chips (Yeah)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (Woo)
Celine bag (Yeah), got a lot of drip (That's right)
Got jet lag 'cause I'm flyer than a bitch (Grr)


Prompt: A catchy song featuring collaborations with various artists, discussing the excitement of having a large group of friends and the interest of others who want to join in.

Response:
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya (Migos, Ferg)
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?


Prompt: Think about a person who is making a lot of money and enjoys spending it on luxurious things. Describe how this person treats their partners and their attitude towards money.

Response:
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin' my jack
Another deal with Adidas 'cause I'm feelin' like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got 'em swimmin' in cash
I don't even throw the money, sit the brick on her ass
Your bitch been a fan while she hittin' my jack
Another deal with Adidas 'cause I'm feelin' like that
Now, now I just blow the money, got 'em swimmin' in cash
I don't even throw the money, sit the brick on her ass


Prompt: The lyrics are about a rapper who's been working hard, amassing wealth and living a luxurious lifestyle. He's focusing on the material aspects of his life and is looking to spend his money on fun experiences. He recently met a stripper and is thinking about inviting her to his house for some private time. The song also features a repetitive "who dat" phrase, asking who might be trying to join his social circle.

Response:
All these bricks and money I been stackin'
All these dollars bustin' through the plastic
1800 got me blastin'
I'ma keep the money comin', keep dancin'
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin' nasty
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Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?


Prompt: A rapper is excited about his recent success and the money he's earned, and he shares his plans for spending his money on entertainment and pleasures, including falling in love with a stripper named Ferguson, who he met on Instagram.

Response:
All these bricks and money I been stackin'
All dollars bustin' through the plastic
1800 got me blastin'
I'ma keep the money comin', keep dancin'
Tonight I fell in love with a stripper
Ferguson can be her last name
Who dat, who dat, who dat on your Insta?
Invite her to my crib, we gettin' nasty


Prompt: Create a catchy chorus for a song about someone questioning who is trying to join their exclusive group or clique.

Response:
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, yeah
Ay, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya
Who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who dat, who
Who dat, who dat, who dat tryna get up in my crew?


Prompt: Imagine a song about a person who aspires to achieve success and wealth in the world of trap music, and their dedication to their dreams, praying for their ultimate goal to be realized.

Response:
Yeah, yeah
Pray to the trap
Pray for the trap


Prompt: Create a song about loyalty and unity within a group, using the term "Mob" to represent the group and emphasizing that they will stand together and support each other in any situation.

Response:
All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot
We gon' mob
All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot
We gon' mob
All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot
We gon' mob
All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot
We gon' mob
All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot
We gon' mob
All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot
We gon' mob
All of my niggas' gon' riot, all of my niggas' gon' riot
We gon' mob
All of my niggas' gon' rob when you fuckin' with the Mob
Hit 'em in the jaw


Prompt: A rapper is celebrating their success and the support of their crew, mentioning their unique style and iconic dance moves. They also pay tribute to a late friend, while jokingly referring to a rival's fashion choice.

Response:
Yamborgini High, diamonds in the rain, made the hall of fame
Prosper be the gang, always gotta strive, I could never change
Word to Yams, I'll smack a nigga in his skinny pants, yeah
High as hell, man I'm fly as well do the Diddy dance


Prompt: Create a lyric that represents the dominance and loyalty within a powerful group or crew, highlighting the unity and unshakeable nature of their bond.

Response:
You already know what it is, Hood Pope (Killa!)
Dipset (A$AP!)
We runnin' this shit
None of y'all niggas can fuck with us
(Word to god!)


Prompt: Think of a rapper who is known for their flashy style and confident demeanor, and consider mentioning an event or situation that displays their skills and abilities.

Response:
Rubber band man got the pocket with the bankroll
Call me Stunna Man, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin' this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Yeah, you can call me Usain Bolt
Rubber band man got the pockets with the bankroll
Call me Killa Cam, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin' this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Nigga, you can call me Usain Bolt


Prompt: A rapper reflects on their success in the music industry, describing the luxurious lifestyle they've achieved and the challenges they've faced along the way.

Response:
Two model bitches with me asking for a sugar-free Red Bull
Mix it with the Tito's now they walkin' with that dead look
Coke up in they nose, that's why their nostrils got that red look
Hip-hop police saw me, jiggy nigga make the Feds look
I just brought a Rollie and my bitches broke the bezel
When you make it this far, certain niggas try to test you
Still live up in Harlem, rich nigga in the ghetto
Yeah, rich nigga in the ghetto
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Rubberband man got the pocket with the bankroll
Call me Stunna Man, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin' this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Yeah, you can call me Usain Bolt
Rubber band man got the pockets with the bankroll
Call me Killa Cam, diamonds shining like the rainbow
Runnin' this shit, you can call me Usain Bolt
Nigga, you can call me Usain Bolt


Prompt: Imagine a song where the singer passionately describes a bustling cityscape, focusing on a specific location - the Waldorf hotel. The word "killa" is used in a playful, stylized manner to emphasize the singer's excitement and love for this lively urban environment.

Response:
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa (in front of the Waldorf)
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa
Killa, Killa, Killa, Killa


Prompt: Write a song about a confident and successful woman who is unapologetic about her lifestyle and choices, and who knows how to make her presence felt in any room she enters.

Response:
Flyer than a motherfuckin' propeller
Pretty bad bitch that's old yeller
Finna fuck a clip out for fellas
Get it crackin' on a bitch like a old leather
Toupee'd on a bitch like an old fella
Souffle on a bitch cause my dough better
Used to go to Mickie D's with no cheddar
Now my chauffeur I get fuckin' so feta
Now let's go to Sue's Rendezvous
Most of your crew be strange dudes
Two bitches like déjà vu
Blowin' that skunk like Pepé Le Pew
Make it hot in here like Nelly
Make her side burn like Ashanti's 'do
Murderin' Ink like I'm Irv Gotti
Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule


Prompt: Considering the song's repetition of "sing like I'm Ja Rule" and "where would I be without my baby", this could have been inspired by a conversation about an artist imitating another artist's style and their reliance on their significant other.

Response:
Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule, hah
Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule bitch
Aha, Sean Don, A$AP Mob nigga
Sing like I'm Ja Rule
Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule
(Where would I be without my baby?)
Sing like I'm Ja Rule
Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule
(Where would I be without my baby?)
Sing like I'm Ja Rule
Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule
(Where would I be without my baby?)
Sing like I'm Ja Rule
Fuck around and sing like I'm Ja Rule
(Where would I be without my baby?)


Prompt: Think about the importance of a loved one in your life and how their presence affects you.

Response:
Baby, what would I be without my baby?
What would I be without my baby?
What would I be without my baby?


Prompt: A song that celebrates loyalty and friendship among a group of people, with the recurring question "Where my dawgs at?" and a reference to a famous individual.

Response:
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (Right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Now where my dawgs at?
(Frankie Mothafuckin' P)


Prompt: A song about confronting rap rivals and expressing disdain for a particular politician.

Response:
I said get at me
I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef
Get at me
Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
Get at me
Never tacky, jeans made by Acne
Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis


Prompt: A song about the loyalty and camaraderie between friends

Response:
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)


Prompt: A rapper and their loyal crew stand together in the face of adversity, ready to defend their territory and take on any challenge. The lyrics reflect their confidence and loyalty to one another, while also showcasing their street-smart attitude and willingness to take risks for their friends and community.

Response:
Who gon' do what? My dawgs gon' tool up
Nigga, look out, 'cause look down like one, two, fucked
And we don't give two fucks
Where I'm from, you lunch, you food
Niggas called your bluff
Pockets Warren Buffett, security guard too buff
I like my songs screwed up
I own a gold toothbrush, I get my gold tooth buffed
I'ma stomp a nigga out in Timberland nubuck
Young Buck, too buck, Benz truck, new truck
Big horns, tuba, more good than Cuba
They tried to hit us like Huey with the armpits up
But we swerved through the bullets, get your targets up
Hood Pope up in this bitch, in Trap Lord we trust
Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)
Now where my dawgs at? (We right here, dawg)


Prompt: A song discussing the reactions and opinions of the artist towards people in the rap industry and their various lifestyles, while incorporating references to unique fashion items and politicians.

Response:
I said get at me
I'm talkin' to you niggas with that rap beef
Get at me
Ostrich-skin seats like it's acne
Get at me
Never tacky, jeans made by Acne
Fuck Governor Pataki and Patakis


Prompt: Imagine a scene at a park where a group of people are gathered, and one person in particular stands out due to their distinct scent and persona.

Response:
Uhh, yeah
Uhh, yeah
Uhh, it was all at the park, yeah
Cologne and liquor was his odor (Uhh, yeah)
The fragrance of a riding soldier (Uhh)
ODB was his persona
(I've seen a lot of bullshit, go down at the park)
Oh, you want the power, don't ya?


Prompt: Write a song about a fictional character named Psycho, who is a fun-loving uncle, and his wild family life at the local park.

Response:
I got an uncle and his name Psycho
He had a dance and they scream "Go, Psycho!"
He would dance, work out and fight yo' ass at the park
(For the bills, for the hundred dollar bills)
And he got two sisters preggo
He fucked the other one to get one jeal-o
And he took both kids to the ghetto ass park
(On the hill, shit'll get really real)


Prompt: Describe a person who often spends their nights at the park, drinking from forty ounce bottles and using brown paper bags to hide their actions. Mention how they may have been kicked out of their home and end up spending their nights at the park.

Response:
Where they be drinking forty ounces
With the brown paper bags for the ounces
No matter what day you found his ass at the park
Hungry Ham, fuck around and get killed
When he got kicked out of his bitch crib
And he had nowhere to li-zive
Always find his ass on the benches laying at the park
After dark


Prompt: Create a song about rising to a new level in life, with each artist taking a verse to express their feelings and experiences on this new level.

Response:
Yeah, yeah
A$AP (Turn my vocals up a little bit more please, yeah)
A$AP Honorable C.N.O.T.E
Yeah, a lil' bit more, yeah
I'm on a new level, I'm on it, I'm on it (Coo-coo)
Woo, woo, woo, ayy


Prompt: An artist has recently experienced a significant upgrade in their life and is expressing their excitement and newfound confidence through their music, using a metaphor about being on a new level and acquiring new possessions to emphasize their growth and success.

Response:
I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, uh, uh)
I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, yeah, yeah)
I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, uh, uh)
I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level, yeah, yeah)
Bought me a new shovel (Bought me a new shovel, oh, uh)
Put these niggas in the dirt (Put these niggas in the dirt, yeah, yeah, coo-coo)
Chain with the new bezel (Bought me some new bezels, yeah)
Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo (Uh), ayy


Prompt: Create a catchy, repetitive chorus for a song about embracing one's unique qualities and identity, possibly referencing a famous person as an inspiration or role model.

Response:
Yeah, rainbow shine my wrist
Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist
Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist
Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist
Frankie motherfuckin' P


Prompt: Imagine a person named Coach Cartier who loves wearing colorful accessories, especially on their wrist, that have a magical, rainbow-like quality. They're proud of their unique style and want to share it with others.

Response:
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist
Call me Coach Cartier, call me Coach Cartier
Rainbow shine my wrist, rainbow shine my wrist


Prompt: A song expressing the desire for everyone on the East Coast to join in on a wild and energetic party. The opening lines should serve as a call to action, urging people to come together and let loose.

Response:
Yeah, I need everybody to open this shit up
Everybody open this fucking shit up
Yeah, Constantine, yeah


Prompt: Write a lyrics prompt that encourages the use of repetition and bold self-assertion in the context of a competitive environment.

Response:
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
Fuck that shit, we get turnt 'til the sun is up
All of you niggas get burnt when the gun is up
This that East Coast, mothafucka
Call me Mr. East Coast, mothafucka


Prompt: A song about a successful artist who has had a lucky break in their career, but suffers from the physical consequences of their success.

Response:
I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard
I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper
I fucked her one time, then my homie fucked right after
Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt


Prompt: A musician describes the wild nightlife and expensive experiences they've had, including a rendezvous with a famous celebrity, but also the struggles and consequences that come with it.

Response:
I've been spending every penny
Monday up in Magic City
Sucking on them tig ol' bitties
Diamonds dancing on me like they Diddy
I've been feeling gritty but I'm looking pretty
I been popping bitches like I'm Pretty Ricky
Got a bad bitch and her name is Nicki
She be with the ménage and come from Philly
Yeah, swear that my father's killing me
All of these racks breaking my back
These dollars signs is crippling me
Yeah, I look in her eyes I'm an enemy
I come from the trap, my niggas attack
You won't recognize your family
I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard
I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper
I fucked her one time, then my homie fucked right after
Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt
All these racks make my motherfucking back hurt


Prompt: Create a song about the NBA legend, Dennis Rodman, incorporating his iconic laugh and the involvement of multiple song contributors.

Response:
Yeah, please
Hoo, hoo, hoo, ohh (Ayy)


Prompt: A song about a wild party with a twist, where the focus is on a group of women exchanging partners and having fun while doing so.

Response:
The party is poppin' (Ayy)
While she whip it, she mop it (Yeah)
While she lick it, she top it (Yeah)
Got the bitches, they swappin'
Top is sloppy, it's slimy (Slimy)
Mami's ratchet, it's grimy (Ooh)
I'm sinnin', I'm winnin' (Winnin')
I'm Dennis Rodman (Rodman)
Hit a bitch with a mean lil' fadeaway (Fadeaway)
Ayy, bitch, you not my type, tell her straight away (Straight away)
The party is poppin' (Poppin')
While she whip it, she mop it (Mop it)
While she lick it, she top it
Got the bitches, they swappin' (Swappin')


Prompt: A confident and successful rapper is expressing their dominance in the music industry while addressing their haters and critics. They also talk about their luxurious lifestyle, how they are original and not a copy of others, and make a reference to Michael Jackson's iconic dance move.

Response:
Don't try me, it's by me (By me)
Feel me, it's on me (On me, yeah)
On a super sonic (Pew)
Don't play games like Sony (Sony)
Pocket (Pew) rocket (Pew)
Pop it (Pop it), lock it (Lock it)
Flex, fuck it (Fuck it)
Simon Says don't stop it (Stop it)
Benihana's, cookin' bodies on a Saturday (Woo, cook it)
Heard you got a new chain, it's on layaway (Yeah, layaway?)
You rappers, all you do is copy (Copy)
And these bitches click my story 'cause they wanna watch me (Watch me)
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Ayy, she gon' send a text when it's gettin' late (Woo, gettin' late)
Ayy, meet my security at the gate (At the gate)
Bitch, you lookin' at a star like we in a Wraith (In a Wraith)
Beat it like Billie Jean, moonwalk away (Ayy)


Prompt: In a wild and energetic party, a confident individual is describing the people and events taking place, particularly their interactions with various women. The mood is upbeat and explicit, with an underlying theme of competition and winning.

Response:
The party is poppin' (Ayy)
While she whip it, she mop it (Yeah)
While she lick it, she top it (Yeah)
Got the bitches, they swappin'
Top is sloppy, it's slimy (Slimy)
Mami's ratchet, it's grimy (Ooh)
I'm sinnin', I'm winnin' (Winnin')
I'm Dennis Rodman (Rodman)
Hit a bitch with a mean lil' fadeaway (Fadeaway)
Ayy, bitch, you not my type, tell her straight away (Straight away)
The party is poppin' (Poppin')
While she whip it, she mop it (Mop it)
While she lick it, she top it (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Got the bitches, they swappin' (Swappin')


Prompt: Imagine a scene in which a group of friends is discussing a recent robbery involving one of their members, who had a valuable chain stolen. The conversation includes frustration, confusion, and disbelief over the events that took place, while also highlighting the bravery and heart of another friend who was not involved in the robbery.

Response:
They told me West got robbed (Damn)
Where the fuck them niggas be at?
They took the chain up off his neck
I heard the mac started running laps
Oh, what the fuck, how they gon' do that?
My nigga got stuffed, he didn't wanna view that
I heard they had guns, they ain't wanna use that
They ain't wanna see Tom in the fucking boo cap
What about Lil Mitt, where the fuck he was at?
That nigga too little, they ain't wanna do that
But he got more heart than most of them cats
If he had that thing, that thing go blat
Lil young trap lord with a little backpack
Feel at his pulse with a bunch of big gats
They ain't wanna do that


Prompt: Rapping about the dangers and consequences of living the street life, with a focus on the use of firearms and the potential for violence.

Response:
Semi or the TEC, guns gon' flirt
Semi or the TEC, guns gon' flirt
Semi or the TEC, guns gon' flirt
Semi or the TEC, guns gon' flirt
And another one squirt
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Revenge is on my mind
And now they got my brother
Thinking about picking up the nine
And making them fuckers lick the blood up
There's no need for wasting time
Niggas gon' get it one way or another
You want to live the street life
Go ahead, go ahead
Your wig get blown living that street life
You can't live long living that street life
Got to watch your moms in this street life
They'll come to your home in this street life
Full clip from the chrome, living that street life
Your chromosomes all on the streetlights
Lights, somebody gon' die
Body on ice, right


Prompt: A frustrated individual is tired of hearing people telling them they have the world, but they still don't feel like they have everything they want in life, and they're not going to take it anymore.

Response:
Yeah
Better get the fuck out my face
You always tellin' me I got the world
Talkin' all that shit
Bitch you better the fuck out my face
But I don't have half of what I want to achieve
Na-na-na-na-na-na, fuck is you sayin'
I got to get it


Prompt: A young person contemplates the idea of inheriting the world, but is unsure whether it's true, despite their good fortune.

Response:
She tried to tell me that the world is mine
And I know its true
And even though I got it all
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
She tried to tell me that the world is mine
I know that ain’t true
And even though I got it all
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose
I’m young, man, and I got everything to lose


Prompt: A conversation between friends about loyalty and their preferences in relationships.

Response:
If the bitch ain't on me, she on Ferg
Ask them niggas who they want
Who they want?


Prompt: A repetitive chant of the names of popular hip-hop artists, emphasizing the power and influence of their fanbases.

Response:
Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)


Prompt: A man tries to turn down a sexual encounter with a woman, who still insists on involving her best friend. He suggests that they have a threesome in a bathroom with a unisex theme. They end up having a wild and loud experience together.

Response:
I be tellin' her I don't want to fuck
Baby just give me the forehead
She promised me a threesome with her best friend
And I don't want to blow it
Even though the bathroom not unisex
We can turn that shit co-ed
I'ma be fuckin' and suckin' that pussy
While I'm leanin' over the toilet
Oh, I see that she feelin' the boy, ayy
Cause she know that we makin' the noise, ayy
Who do you want? It's no choice, ayy
Bitch you can't front, you know that we makin' the noise


Prompt: A group of rappers are asking their fans who they want to see perform, emphasizing their success, talents, and loyalty to their crew.

Response:
Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
You makin' money, I've been made that
And that's your new bitch, I been slayed that
And this AK'll leave you way back
And bitch ass nigga better stay back
Before I bring OG Lake back
And that's a real nigga, I stay that
I might yolk you, get your whole egg crack
And my bih like Cassie take that
I'm winnin' right now and you hate that
I'm rollin' that blunt, you smoke shake pack
And your favorite rapper wanna sign me
And on some shit, I ain't even take that
No, I ain't even take that
No, I ain't even take that
Who they want? Who they want?
Uzi Gang and A$AP


Prompt: A rap song that celebrates and praises the popularity of the Uzi Gang and A$AP Mob, with the artist repeatedly asking, "Who they want?" as a rhetorical question to emphasize their dominance in the music scene.

Response:
Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)
Uzi Gang, A$AP, Uzi Gang, A$AP
(Who they want?)


Prompt: In a gritty urban landscape, the contrasting lifestyles of two different sides of town are explored, revealing the dangers, codes, and subcultures that exist in each area.

Response:
On this side kids do drugs
On this side kids gang bang
On this side better know your codes
On this side damu hang
On this side, we talk slang
On this side we the hat gang
In the Bronx, that's the mac game
That's what happened when OG Mack came home
On this side kids do drugs
On this side kids gang bang
On this side better know your codes
On this side damu hang
On this side, we talk slang
On this side we the hat gang
In the Bronx, that's the mac game
That's what happened when OG Mack came home


Prompt: A song about a person who wants to have an extravagant funeral with a hundred million roses, and desires to have beautiful women admiring their posterity in a passionate manner.

Response:
Uh, when I die bring a hundred million roses
Pretty bad bitches making love to my posters


Prompt: Write a song about asserting your status, wealth, and influence, while also addressing past relationships and experiences, blending pop culture references, and describing the indulgence in pleasures and vices.

Response:
Uh, tell that bitch that I'm Fergie Ferg
Remind her I'm rich but never flip a bird
Yes a nigga street, just like the curb
Young Bari high, fucking with the herd
Rest in peace to Selena
I listen to you sing when I'm rolling the weed up
Mix the Cristal with Tequila
Might fuck your bitch but I don't wanna to kill her
I beat that bitch, flash backs to Tina
I feel like Ike when I'm on the mic
And my Diet Butcher, Vera Wang
Vera Wang slang bitches for their brain
And 40 ounce bounce, thug bitches with the fangs
Who fill the block up with cocaine


Prompt: Describe the extravagant funeral preparations you'd like after death.

Response:
When I die bring a hundred million roses
Pretty bad bitches making love to my posters
Roses, bring a hundred million roses
Roses, roses, bring a hundred million roses


Prompt: Discussing the current chaotic state of the world and the importance of self-protection.

Response:
Yeah
Nowadays shit is crazy out here man
Gotta protect yourself, yeah


Prompt: In a world filled with rivalry and betrayal, a group of close-knit friends comes together to form a powerful alliance. The lyrics speak to the loyalty and determination that they have towards one another, as well as their willingness to stand up against anyone who tries to harm their family. The theme of the song is a combination of strength, unity, and revenge against their enemies.

Response:
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
That's what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin' winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin' the penalty (Lord)
Remember me
Load up the chopper and ride on your enemies (Trap)
This what you get when you fuck with the family (Lord)
Roll with the fuckin' winners we the winner team (Trap)
You fuck with my niggas you gettin' the penalty (Lord)
Remember me


Prompt: Imagine a song about a character bringing home a new friend (potentially a romantic interest) for the first time, and the introduction between the two people involves teasing and lighthearted banter.

Response:
Damn who knocking on the fucking door like that? Shit. I think that's our little friend. Hold on man, let me get that. Damn. Took forever, step on in, let me holla, yeah. Put your coat right there. Little mama say what's up to my baby, get acquainted. Here's your new best friend. Damn, lay down right there. Chocolate and caramel, best of both worlds. She got nice lips. She got a body on her right there. That's why I chose you
Baby, touch me right there
– Right there? You like that?
– Oh shit. Now mama, let's see what mama taste like. Tell me what she taste like
Damn


Prompt: Describe a night out where someone is enjoying a drink, seeing two attractive women, and envisioning a sexual scenario with them.

Response:
Sipping on that Henny got me going crazy with two ladies
Looking so good, don't you want to be my baby
You lay it down, don't play around, don't make a sound
Let me see that ass bounce, yeah
And I want you to kiss her, and I want you to kiss her back
Ooh, girl, just move girl, and I want you to move it just like that
Damn baby, you movin' it so good


Prompt: Write a song about being captivated by someone's unique mannerisms and speech patterns.

Response:
I like the way you talk, I like the way you move
I like the way you scream, I like the way you do what you do
The way you talk to me, the way you talk
The way you talk to me, the way you talk


Prompt: A confrontation between a man and a woman, addressing their past arguments and revealing their secret encounters with other people. The man questions the woman's loyalty, while the woman pleads for his attention and love.

Response:
– Hello
– Bitch, where you at?
– Minding my mothafuckin' business
– Where your broke ass at?
– Fuck does it sound like you crying? Is that bitch nigga 'bout it?
– Bitch, you better not be with that nigga, Ferg
– Shut the fuck up! Nigga, stop crying like a little bitch!
– Come to the streets, nigga
– Fuck outta here, that's why you fucking crying like a lit—I'm fucking yo' bitch, nigga
– Please, don't leave me
– I fucking your bitch nigga, yeah
– Please, don't leave me, please, I need you
– I'm fucking you bitch. And she with my bitch. I'm fucking both of them bitches
– Hello? Hello?
– Fuck you, bitch!You might also like


Prompt: Imagine a song where the artist is describing their experience with a powerful, dominant woman who smokes potent substances and wears high-end fashion.

Response:
Aw Lord baby, she got a flip phone
Da-damn baby, I been smokin'
Been chokin' and it's so potent baby, we high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby?
You a giant baby, you steppin' on these niggas' necks
Sometimes you gotta just ease that, ease that left foot off baby
And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big baby
And choke them even harder, cause you's a dog
You's a, you's a fuckin' champ, these are puppies baby
They can't, they can't fuck with you baby, Lord


Prompt: A confident rapper, known as the Trap Lord, Hood Pope, and Lil Boat, is asserting their dominance, warning others not to mess with them, and daring anyone who doesn't like them to "suck on my dick nigga.

Response:
Yeah, shhhhh
Bow your head
I'm a Trap Lord again
It's the Trap Lord, Hood Pope and Lil Boat nigga
Don't like that nigga, ain't happenin'
You can suck on my dick nigga, fuck 'em
Yeah


Prompt: A catchy song about a lavish lifestyle with luxury items, celebrating friendship, and partying on a private jet.

Response:
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yeah
Big ol' booty in the air, aw yeah
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeah
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeah
Diamonds shining everywhere, aw yeah
Big ol' booty in the air, aw yeah
Diamonds in my Cartier, aw yeah
Ferg and Yachty in the Lear, aw yeah