SSJ2

[Intro]
Damn Kyle, you goin' off
Ooh, Amaru

[Chorus: Amaru Son]
I catch 'em talkin' out they neck
Oh, I can that they love doubting me
And treat me like somebody that just hit the damn lottery
I should've known they not used to this 'cause I've always been a G
And niggas wanna see me down bad, but they my prodigy
I can't believe this really what they used to
Can't even catch a damn clue
That's why they always looking like a damn fool
I told you
They really hate on me, just like I'm Goku
I'm goin' super saiyan times two on they whole crew

[Verse 1: Amaru Son]
Okay, now back it up, you really might be acting up
I'm tryna tell you something, you won't listen, I can tell you might've had enough
These VVS on my neck and wrist, oh yes, they glam again
And then shawty looking by my side then building back the damages
I'll never be one and then they only wanting me
They love to take my style and call it theirs but that's just one of three
That's why they girls so bubbly, 'cause I'm the one they wanna see
Not you, be cool, 'cause I'm the one you say you really hate but also wanna be
They tell me always be cautious
I feel exhausted
By moving this way, I know there's better options
I'm going crazy 'round the world, I'm the next Sonic
Quit saying you a real one, it's a bit ironic

[Chorus: Amaru Son]
I catch 'em talkin' out they neck
Oh, I can that they love doubting me
And treat me like somebody that just hit the damn lottery
I should've known they not used to this 'cause I've always been a G
And niggas wanna see me down bad, but they my prodigy
I can't believe this really what they used to
Can't even catch a damn clue
That's why they always looking like a damn fool
I told you
They really hate on me, just like I'm Goku
I'm goin' super saiyan times two on they whole crew

[Verse 2: XVXPARIS]
Bands up, hundred bands up in her face (Woah)
Take off for ransom, while she don't love me the same (Woah)
Don't know what I'm tripping for (For), they say it's clinical (Oh no)
He gon' need a miracle, hollow tips hit your dome (Yeah)
Hit, hit, hit (Yeah)
Numbers gettin' count up, I don't miss, miss, miss
Yeah, four hours with me, hoes get tripped, tripped, tripped (Yeah)
If he gon' shoot it up for a real, real, real (Yeah, no)
With a bust down lil' bitch, I'ma bust down this lil' Patek, yeah
Shooting like John Wick, let me know who want the static, yeah
Opps goin' out bad, now we goin' up like an attic
Take a look at me now, old ones, they say “What happened?”

[Chorus: Amaru Son]
I catch 'em talkin' out they neck
Oh, I can that they love doubting me
And treat me like somebody that just hit the damn lottery
I should've known they not used to this 'cause I've always been a G
And niggas wanna see me down bad, but they my prodigy
I can't believe this really what they used to
Can't even catch a damn clue
That's why they always looking like a damn fool
I told you
They really hate on me, just like I'm Goku
I'm goin' super saiyan times two on they whole crew