conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called TKO (Black Friday Remix) with the following description: Justin hooks up with J. Cole, A$AP Rocky, and Pusha T for a special Black Friday remix of his latest single “TKO.”
  J. Cole’s using the image of a girl to talk about the buzz that the Kendrick’s “Control” verse did on the rap game and what it made him feel about his music. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Justin Timberlake & (Timbaland)]
  I don't understand it
  Tell me, how could you be so low?
  (And all in thrilling, new, living sound)
  Dammit babe
  (Dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe)
  [Verse 1: J. Cole]
  Blood thicker than water, right
  Fuck bitches, they all alike
  Stand up nigga, not the fallin' type
  Heart blacker than a Harlem night
  Til I met you,
   
  they say the devil wear Prada
  But I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you
  Damn look at that body
  Short bus shorty, cause it sure is special
  Cole to the rescue, never save a ho
  Hoes like to hide their behavior though
  Thought you was a down ass bitch
  'til I found that shit a couple days ago
  I was home alone, next thing I know
  That long ass verse from a song called "Control" was on
  The room got nearer, the tune got clearer
  That's when I seen the shit playing on your phone
  Girl, what is that, a ringtone?
  Shit, not you too
  Man that hype done got you too
  Everybody and their momma gassed
  Even my momma asked what I'mma do
  Decisions, decisions
  In case this is war, then I load up on all ammunition
  If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on auto
  I'll make sure that nobody miss him
  Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me?
  I don't need you, I got me, bitch
  Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch
  Got a record deal and a college degree, bitch
  Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks
  And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
  And after all that achievement
  Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed
  Now you try to play me, bitch?
  You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock your ass out [Chorus: Justin Timberlake & (Timbaland)]
  TKO, I don't understand it, tell me how could you be so low damn(take out)
  You've been swingin' after the bell and after all of the whistle blows
  Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
  Dammit babe
  (Dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe)
  [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
  All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
  Had the game on lock, streets serenaded
  Now you lame mothafuckas lookin' devastated
  Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it
  Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, fuck that shit, he that
  He black, he don't like blacks, fuck that shit, he wack
  Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch
  Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking shit? Get up off my dick
  The nonsense is synonymous with comments from the blogs about
  Menages with the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises
  I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closet
  Is a model chick, 
  grimey gothic fits,
   
  trapped inside of it
  Besides it I'd deny the shit shit, y'all should stop the shit
  I'm the shit, not just kinda sick, the doc prescribed my shit
  Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit
  'fore poppin' shit, from popular to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
  She pop her pussy, 
  pop a Xanny,
   
  popular for compliments
  Make it rain, she pop that shit, it boosts her confidence
  Was supposed to stop this shit but spit like I forgot some shit
  Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you, peep my common sense [Chorus: Justin Timberlake & (Timbaland)]
  TKO, I don't understand it, tell me how could you be so low
  You've been swingin' after the bell and after all of the whistle blows
  Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
  Dammit babe
  (Dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe)
  [Verse 3: Pusha T]
  JT this like deja vu right?
  All this album of the year talk, niggas claimin' they're the best out
  I been hot since the Purple Tape and this cuban's poking my chest out
  They keep callin' on King Push, this beach chair, I'm stretched out
  My name is my name, bitch, until I'm gone and it's etched out
  I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby hairs and a messy bun
  If I make her mine, I made her mind, she fall in line and we got some
  Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire
  Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, 
  dress my baby like build-a-bear
  Fuck you know about the type of rollie? Fuck you know about blowin' bands?
  Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin' hands
  A1 since day one, I sold dope and my name rung
  I sold dope where I came from and it's so dope what I made from it
  No lie, know why? Guy Fish in my bowtie
  JT up in the three piece and we magic baby like showtime
  She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she ain't slow
  Once she trap you with the DA flow,
   
  it's lights out, TKO