Really Real

Greetings, and salutations I'd like to apologize to anybody I'm about to offend (Are you really real) It's not a diss song, it's just a real song (Uh) I got a PSA, for my constituents And all my influencers, under the influence It's like an influenza spreading through this rap scene But ain't no cure for this common cold, or no vaccines This shit is sickening, this shit has been a downward spiral Ever since we caught the contagious virus of going viral We've been infected with this chronic disease Learn the symptoms: it's when you wanna follow not lead And feed off their attention when they follow your feed You lie and deceive It's all about what people perceive Isn't it? We all act deceitful to please Our narcissistic needs Please help us beat this disease Now is it real son? Is it really real son? Let me know it's real son Are you really real? Now is it real son? Is it really real son? Let me know it's real son Are you really real? (Are you really real) (Are you really real) (Are you really real) Yo who told you you could rap? You can't even sing You mumble all your words, autotuning everything But shit, I can't front in the club your records ring Your memes became dreams So for now you reign king But shit, you better start thinking retirement plans I know you don't wanna hear me now but soon you'll understand All the flexing on the 'Gram man it's not a good look I know how this story ends, it's not a good book I know that your intention is flex and get you attention But it's like you do impressions for these likes and impressions Engaged to your engagement I can't differentiate what's real and entertainment Fuck it, fake it till you make Is it real son? Is it really real son? Let me know it's real son Are you really real? Now is it real son? Is it really real son? Let me know it's real son Are you really real? (Are you really real) (Are you really real) (Are you really real) This next verse is for my Instagram thotties Snapchat-filtered faces, Photoshopped bodies Broke single mothers but you're models to the public Bet if your kid looked like Ciroc bottles you would love it But he doesn't, so you're always out clubbing Fucking everybody and their cousin Wondering why you'll never get a husband Fake ass, liposuction, getting much satisfaction Making women feel like nothing Man you chicks are so disgusting A dime a dozen man, let's break it down to brass tax Cause your ass fat, you think I'll send it to your CashApp? Don't shake your head cause if it's not the truth How come they treat you like a prostitute? One more time Is is it real hun? Is it really real hun? Let me know it's real hun Are you really real? Now is it real hun? Is it really real hun? Let me know it's real hun Are you really real? (Are you really real) Basically what I'm trying to say is, just be yourself man (Are you really real) There's no reason to lie (Uh huh) (Are you really real) Bobby J (Uh) Rockaway (Uh huh) Make Noise Yo Kwame Is it real son? Is it really real son? Let me know it's real son Are you really real? Is it real son? Is it really real son? Let me know it's real son Are you really real?