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conversations.value: Write me a song called Hell’s Kitchen with the following description: “Hell’s Kitchen” is the 11th track on Suffering From Success. The song features J. Cole and his newest signee at the time, Bas.
  Cole’s verse was originally supposed to be on his sophomore effort, Born Sinner.
  Cole wrote most of his verse before Born Sinner:
  The background is this beat, and if you actually pause the video on his paper with the lyrics, the last two words are “my nigga”, which he does say twice on his verse. Most of the other words are not readable. He could have changed a few lines to send shots as well. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: DJ Khaled]
  Cole World (Cole world, Cole world)
  DJ Khaled
  [Verse 1: J. Cole]
  Yeah, back from the dead like Michael Jackson in red jackets
  With naps in my head
  , 
  who's white or black? It's a rare package
  Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and neck with them square rappers
  My guest room's got platinum plaques and a air mattress
  No time for furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
  Watching you, learning you, word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
  Sure the thought didn't occur to you, 
  my next album flop
  Then I'm goin pop like Nelly with tops dropped on convertible
  Porsches
  , 
  born sinner, not burning no crosses
  Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losing by double digits
  I gotta do somethin', fightin' depression, I'm trying my nigga
  But everytime I think about it, I'm cryin' my nigga
  Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets
  I reak of the scent of a vendetta that's deep
  I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce back
  They love to hear a black nigga count stacks, count stacks
  [Pre-Chorus: J. Cole]
  Forty thousand in my pocket, you see it
  Another twenty on the way, you see it (Ay)
  I got a fist full of dollars, you see it (Uh)
  Five hundred for the Js, you see it (Ay)
  I got money out the ass, you see it
  I thought I'd never see the day, you see it (Ay)
  They put a price on my head, you see it
  But they won't ever have to pay, you see it (Ay yeah)
  I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed
  Cause Heaven seems a million miles away
  I dreamed of all the things that I would say
  On that day [Chorus: J. Cole]
  But for now I'm cooking up in Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen
  Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
  I'll get out of Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen
  Tell my story, I'm just hopin' they'll listen
  Cooking up in Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen
  Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
  I'll get out of Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen
  One day, hey
  [Verse 2: Bas]
  Yeah, omission's usually, an admission of guilt
  Hari-kari yourself, all the way to the hilt
  You get nothin', no love
  , 
  zip, zero and zilch
  We don't mention you lames, man I be pleadin' the fifth
  There's a Judas in every crew, concealing a kiss
  Kiss of death, let's put the rest all to tedious bits
  Fuck's sake, you niggas emanate effeminate traits
  Bitch nigga, we could never relate
  Nah, cause man, you niggas is birds
  You learn that at bird school or somethin'?
  You eaten that bird food or somethin?
  You sick with that bird flu or somethin'?
  That's my word, cause every where I turn
  When folks I known for years that couldn't pronounce my name
  And asking me for pics, there's something 'bout this game
  It's somethin' for the bitches
  It's somethin' for the bitches [Pre-Chorus: J. Cole]
  Forty thousand in my pocket, you see it
  Another twenty on the way, you see it (Ay)
  I got a fist full of dollars, you see it (Uh)
  Five hundred for the Js, you see it (Ay)
  I got money out the ass, you see it
  I thought I'd never see the day, you see it (Ay)
  They put a price on my head, you see it
  But they won't ever have to pay, you see it (Ay yeah)
  I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed
  Cause Heaven seems a million miles away
  I dreamed of all the things that I would say
  On that day
  [Chorus: J. Cole]
  But for now I'm cooking up in Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen
  Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
  I'll get out of Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen
  Tell my story, I'm just hopin' they'll listen
  Cooking up in Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen
  Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
  I'll get out of Hell's Kitchen, Hell's Kitchen
  One day, hey