(Verse 1: 7K Tha God)
Give up you'll, never be like me
I'm rich as fuck you're a laughing stock, only known cause of Memeulous and WillIE
In this booth with me I've got 3 fine females 2 of which on their knees
Blowing hella pole were all blowing hella weed

Hot boxed and now I can't see my screen so the rest of this is just free
Fuck Dylan B, more disappointing than when he fucked Sophie
And Little T got fucked by his teacher of PE
In last period on a Friday

So don't try me, lyrics be tight like Cally man's the opposite of grimey
I'm killing em all killing em all
Watching em fall watching em fall
I stand tall and al

(Verse 2: VII)
I'm in the back of fat white a van the pictures flashing through
Little black windows as we move to the court room what can I do
I'm guilty and I know it as I take the stand
Having flashing backs of hacking at a Nike puffer jacket bloodier than the floor at The Bataclan

The judge says, Mr Weinstein you've been charged with slaughtering an BG
1 count of attempted and 38 counts of murdering a beat
How do you plead? You wanna take a plea?
Look I can explain listen to me and maybe it'll change the way you see, it all started with a faggot kid called little T
Claims he blows big tree, realistically it's more like a 10 bag of shit weed
I smoke elite two strapped together cones when I chief
Through ounces with the homies on the regular, Inspectah Deck and the whole Wu Tang crew coming through my stereo, and he's like who? No choice but to bury ya

Now he's from where I used to be, used to lay my head
Claims to be a G with his blonde hair and size 3's tucked up in bed
Shoots all his videos in winter so at 5 it looks like 11
This faggot couldn't fuck with 7K so of course it's death on a beat with VII

Now where's the noise from their side? Blatantly obvious not one of could try
My style they'd find the rhymes run out after a minute less than a while
Why, ever bother with a reply like you've got goons and I'd hide
Nobody is gonna be running from Dylan brewer the world's most frail 20 year old guy

He's my age and height but the weight is really in my favour
He's maybe 8 stone at the most and won't do shit when chew that space raider
The only pussy this guy gets is hairless and not from shaving
He's craving underage teens cause women his age he's afraid of

I hope the fed get ya, either that or I catch you on the next episode of Hansen vs Predator, saying I only wanted to mentor her
So take a seat right over there while I read the transcripts
Hey, soph my names Dylan I'm from blackpool and I spit, I'm a little better than shit

Don't be afraid I've got a four inch thin dick, so it will fit
And won't hurt you wanna have sex have you ever heard of this?
His face goes spicy flavour, knows he made a mistake no way to change the
Outcome now when walks out the house police surround he tries to run
But is caught a few steps away cut to the interrogation room with a camera on his face and tears streaming since they
Hit record and way before that now he's waived his right to remain silent
We get an insight in the devient mind of this child tyrant, now he's no longer smiling

Now I could rhyme for ever about Dyl B
But this is towards BG, Media the roster is easier
To defeat than than the first goomba of Mario 3 with a star and meat cleaver
Each lyric a heat seeker, let's see who's next to catch the lyrical heat uhh

Killer cam Ish man onjilacam it's callyman sam, Callyman Sam
Better get a ghost writer, to write some lyrics instead of just putting different syllables up in a line knowing you're hoping they rhyme knowing he's living a lie
Just hoping they won't try to listen I forgot this is BG media dissing so somebody gotta mention Callymans nan, Callymans nan

There's no way that slow arse brain got any of that
Constricted by that bucket hat that I'll slap with a back hand of that
Dome when I'm on a beat, nobody from BG can see me
When I flow and I'm known to speak truthfully and I kill these

Kiddies, dispose discrete who's got the next appointment to be deceased
Let's see, oh it's Sophie just through that door on your right to be seen
We could go the easy route and say you're dirty ginger bitch
Who can't spit and does the same flow in every song and line like its

The only way to rhyme and it actually hurts to be creative
But I won't well I guess I did and I'm gonna get arrested for grooming if I keep talking to this kid so I guess that's it. There's probably 20 more of these little pricks who are so shit There no fun to even diss
There's one name I didn't mention, thinks he escaped
Got away from the blaze without so much as a singe on his name
His work has made his way into every frame with same jerky slow mo
You know the bro doing nothing but tilting the cam and getting the title screen promo

You'll never be Jamal Edwards, BG ain't SB
I just destroyed everybody on your roster with a name to be seen
My phone just beeped, who's harassing me? it's Jack Wilkinson
Saying he'll suck my dick till I come if I bust a flow on