Jaden D'Wayne - FUKK THE FAME (Diss Track) (Offical Audio) - Video

Lyrics

Kanye off his meds again—cryin’ on a podcast,
Talkin’ Jesus shit while he beatin' on his past,
Walkin' barefoot, but still treat staff like trash,
Manic as fukk—go fukk yourself with a MAGA hat.

Future’s still rappin’ like a toddler with a checkbook,
Pop another pill and raise a kid you never once took,
You toxic? Nah—you a btich in a Gucci belt,
A grown-ass child, fuck how your feelings felt.

Jay-Z rich but still scared of a fade,
Rap Moses with a billion and a beige-ass braid,
Married a queen, but cheated like a coward in the night—
Don’t talk legacy, you the king of polite bites.

Diddy? Puffy? Fuck you and your aliases,
Tryna buy respect while duckin’ allegations,
You a predator in Prada, fakin’ saint-like moves,
Prayin’ lawsuits settle before the truth makes news.


FUCK your fans, FUCK your brand,
FUCK your ghostwriter and your scam,
FUCK your cause, FUCK your stance—
KJ swingin’ with a mic like a goddamn lance.

FUCK your chain, FUCK your face,
FUCK your career and your Twitter space,
Blacklist me, BITCH, I ain't scared—
I piss on fame while the devil just stared.

Bhad Bhabie suckin’ clout through a straw,
Only bars she got came from OnlyFans law,
Catch her outside? Nah, she catchin' them checks,
While middle-aged creeps breakin' terms in her DMs.

MGK got dissed, now he sings like a Disney goth,
Lookin' like a Hot Topic methhead with daddy loss,
Switched lanes ‘cause Em made him irrelevant,
Now he strums pain on guitar like a sad little feminist.

Ja Rule still beggin’ for a festival slot,
Your name a meme, your rep long rot,
50 buried your whole fuckin’ legacy alive—
Now you tour with nostalgia just tryin’ to survive.

Beyoncé? Oh no—now I’m REALLY banned,
Queen B my ass—she the hive's brand,
Overhyped, overstyled, worshipped like Christ,
But lemme say one wrong word, and I’m crucified twice.

NBA YoungBoy, walkin’ STD with a Glock,
Screamin’ on tracks like a baby off Wock’,
Thuggin’ online but a wreck in the head,
Your Spotify page should come with meds.

Tom MacDonald? The Walmart Em with a Proud Boy plan,
Talkin’ freedom like a Facebook uncle in a van,
Cryin’ about woke but never wrote a classic,
Your flow's racist grandpa wrapped in plastic.

And Vanilla Ice—man, sit your ass down,
Your whole catalog’s a circus clown,
"Stop. Collaborate"—nah, just STOP,
You the punchline of every joke that flopped.


FUCK your deals, FUCK your friends,
FUCK your crib with the rented Benz,
FUCK your kids’ fake chains and trends—
KJ here to TEAR. SHIT. DOWN. Again.

FUCK your fame, FUCK your face,
FUCK your net worth, FUCK your grace,
FUCK your merch, FUCK your stance—
I’m the motherfuckin’ devil with a mic in my hands.


Blacklist me. Ban me. Bury me.
I already wrote the eulogy for your idols.
I’m Am The Greastest Of all TIme