Tko [Black Friday Remix] [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 **** *******, 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 ***** '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, ***** Same nigga moved to NYC, ***** Got a record deal and a college degree, ***** Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, ***** And after all that achievement Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed Now you try to play me, *****? You try to ****in' 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, *****, celebrate it Had the game on lock, streets serenaded Now you lame motha****as lookin' devastated Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it **** that shit, he rich, **** that shit, he this, **** that shit, he that He black, he don't like blacks, **** that shit, he wack **** that shit he raps, **** that shit he spits, **** that ***** **** that ***** he with, finished talking shit? Get up off my **** The nonsense is synonymous with comments from the blogs about Menages with the gossips and the bosses, **** 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 **** it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit 'fore poppin' shit, from popular to poppin' picks to poppin' **** She pop her *****, 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, *****, 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 **** you know about the type of rollie? **** you know about blowin' bands? Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin' hands A1 since day one, I sold **** and my name rung I sold **** where I came from and it's so **** 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