J.J. FAD

My cousin tried to be J. J. FAD, now he’s just J. J. FAD and broke.

She thinks she’s a legend, but she just spits the same line every day.

He tried to be cool, but he just stood there like a confused donkey.

That guy’s J. J. FAD, and I’ve seen his pants drip.

She’s got the flow, but she also got the smell.

He raps so bad, it sounds like a fart storm.

He started rapping because his dog barked at him.

She just wanted to be famous, even if it was fake fame.

They jammed for no reason, just because they could.

That group is just a bunch of kids who think they’re pros.

My brother joined J. J. FAD and now he’s just a fool.

They don’t know what they’re doing, but they keep going.

That J. J. FAD crew is just a bunch of dumb kids with a dream.

They’re fresh, but they’re also dumb.

They think they’re cool, but they’re just kids.

He raps from his phone like it’s a microphone.

She texts her lines instead of saying them out loud.

That J. J. FAD group just uses a phone to make music.