Lyrics:

For real, that's really how you—? (Eh)
For real, that's really how you—?
That's how you feel, are you being for real? (J-J-Jay made it)

For real, that's how you feel
Like I'm reeling a fish
Don't give a fuck about no hoe, like bitch 'Suck my d—'
For real, don't even know who the fuck is this
Oh my god, you're just some fake ass, counterfeit
Counterfeit, like 'Who the hell is Jose?'
I'm not talking about no jalapeno, Jeff Dunham, ayy
I don't even know if you're being for real
Because you're just fake, plastic, imitate (Ew, ugh)

Ew, I don't know who you are
Becaus? I don't know if you're real or fake, you'r? just a 'star'
You're just a figment of my imagination
I don't even know, I'm too high, I'm really spacing
Wait, nevermind, I'm sick, I can't go up
I mean, I'm too sick, always vomit, throw up
I'm too sick, this flow is sick, check temperature
Don't even know like I can't—
I can't go on and on and on and on
You know I won't stop, I'll rise to the top
I rise to the top like it's bubbling, boiling
Don't even know, it's broiling
Like record, coiling
Oh my god, I'm going crazy, going insane
I don't know, you being for real? Like 'Okay'
You're not being for real, you're just a figment, you're a fake
I don't know, you're a sn—

For real? For real?
I'm like 'You're being fake'
For real? For real? Like real benefits (Ayy)
For real? For real? Want to get cooked like a skillet
For real? For real? I don't know, you're about to feel it
You're about to feel it like it's a syringe
You're about to feel it like I'm going— (Uh, uh)
You're about to feel it like it's a syringe
Don't even know about that, shit, like 'So, reign?'

For real? For real?
I don't know what else to feel (Uh, uh, uh)
I'm numb (Uh, uh)
For real (For real), I don't know what else to feel
I'm numb, I think I'm brain-dead
I think I'm going too dumb
I'm too dumb, laying in a hospital bed, uh
I'm convulsing, seizuring out of my head, uh
I'm going insane, 'Should I put this out?' 'No'
I don't know, I got no doubt, hoe
I doubt you that you're going to make it in life
I know you're not because you are full of damn strife
I'm done with this (Sh—), I cut off your blood supply
Cut off your life, I don't know, I'm not doing it right
Not doing it right, not doing left
I don't know, nothing left
Nothing's right, nothing's right
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of mind, out of time
Wasting my time, nothing's sublime
I don't know, who the hell is this type?

For real, for real
I don't even know what else to fucking feel (For real, for real)
For real (For real)
For real (Ayy)