Who are you without ZO2? Just another dude with a bunch of tattoos You ain’t got no shoe, Nike wins, Kuz lose Claiming that I can’t shoot, but all these words is hitting you Boy you talking crazy, why you try to play me? You ain’t on my level, you ain’t famous as my baby I’m working out daily, but I ain’t posting it And I would never stop a workout just to post a pic You let ’em gas you up, thinking that you can’t be touched Coming from the outskirts of Flint, boy you ain’t tough Big Baller Brand getting bread, little Kuz is getting crumbs We thumbing through that money, look at y’all, y’all is playing with your thumbs Don’t know who your daddy is, well your ass is getting sonned We both taking shots, the only difference you ain’t hitting none Usually do this shit for fun, but trust me boy I’m not the one If you the bullet, I’m the gun, If you the pot, I’m cooking some You want smoke, you can get it, dressing for attention Trying to be Russell Westbrook, you just honorable mention I’ll kill you with a sentence, to me you just a peasant Triple Bs is independent, Kuzmania can’t reinvent it Cause you ain’t got the people, and you ain’t got the sources Put all your money in a Porsche, I dropped the check on horses You better join the forces, with them main enforcers Triple Bs is for the culture, your squad is a bunch of vultures I’mma stop, you losing focus, reason why you dropped your courses Need some more endorsements, one fleece, you think we didn’t notice?