Seven Rings (TRAKTIVIST Radio Mashup) lyrics

[Intro]
Traktivist radio

[Ariana Grande]
Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles
Girls with tattoos who like getting in trouble
Lashes and diamonds, ATM machines
Buy myself all of my favorite things (Yeah)

[Verse 1: JL]
Yo. As soon as the bell rings call me Mr. Belding
Or Mr. Big Bopper, I’ll make it a quick stoppage
With the hand speed of a city pickpocket
Like a stampede of nothing but Zangiefs
I'm leading with arms swinging
They all like "what an award winning performance
With a bizarre ending"

[Verse 1: Lyricks]
Now the alarms ringing, visions darkening
I hit 'em till they start seein’ the cartoon cardinals
Mario stars spinning, I discarded all my battle bars
Till J came to New York
So I started sharpening my knives, daggers, and bayonets

[Verse 1: JL]
(sh*t I'll laugh at the face of Death)
And start slapping away until he pays respect
I was made for the Main Event
Go 'head and place your bets and see how insane it gets
[Verse 1: Lyricks]
Now there's no need to explain the rest
We letting the evidence show, never gets old
Stick with my heavenly flow and give you one hell of a show

[Verse 1: JL & Lyricks]
This sh*t is elementary like it was L M N O P
Likely I'll never let them get ahead of me
Embed it till they never never never forget of me
Are you getting me?
Come on man, are they ready?
Well they better be on a different pedigree
Different speed, methamphetamines
In the streets we're developing
Till they see me on the tele-V

[Hook: JL & Lyricks]
We run through New York with a squadron of Asians
And it's not in our nature if it's not entertainment
We don’t want anything
We go get everything
sh*t, we go get Seven Rings
We don’t really wanna get caught
Leaving hip-hop just as memory

[Ariana Grande]
I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it
[Verse 2: Lyricks]
f*ck you mean do I really rap?
Korean motherf*cker with the flow
Like old Jigga, deliver the whole show
With the notion of blowing this whole sh*t up
While bringing up my culture with us
I got old Koreans going "oh juguh juguh, eojileo"
Grilling ojingeo with a soju
With an assortment of fruit to pick from

[Verse 2: JL]
A million ways to die and you can pick one
You convincin' us to let you live is now not an option
Now you’re outta options
Now ya body parts have been left
At a couple different Howard Johnson's
I don't got a conscience
I forgot my common sense
Popping off whenever I feel obligated
I'm just trying to make it
Not going to stop till they callin’ my name
Like I've been nominated

[Verse 2: Lyricks]
I've been hired to take the beat
And I beat it up properly
When they see me
They see beef and the broccoli
But when they hear me
They hear the Big Pac in me
They hear hip-hop in me
Oh the hypocrisy
[Verse 2: JL]
And now all I'm hearing is cheese and bologna
But when they see me they see the bulgogi
When I leave them sinking fast
Hit them with the force of four kimchi slaps
Just for thinking that

[Hook: JL & Lyricks]
We run through New York with a squadron of Asians
And it's not in our nature if it's not entertainment
We don't want anything
We go get everything
sh*t, we go get Seven Rings
We don't really wanna get caught
Leaving hip-hop just as memory

[Outro: Ariana Grande]
I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it
I want it, I got it