Lyrics Really Real - Bobby J From Rockaway

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?