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?