Kendrick Lamar - The Jig Is Up (Dump’n) lyrics

Praise to the almighty, HiiiPower
Me and my niggas (Live forever)
3 eyes to my alumni feel this
I wanna hear it, turn me up
(My niggas on point, game tight)
Turn me up a little bit more nigga
(My niggas on point, game tight)
My nigga Cole in this
Motherfucker wassup nigga?
(My niggas on point, game tight)
There we go yeah, turn me up

Picture plenty pussies throwing pellet
Guns at me
Paranoia make it more than difficult
For me to sleep
Pinnacle, I know I be, centerfold
I know I got but they hate to frame me as
The Mona Lisa of hip-hop
So retaliation is a must
When we bend the block
My niggas dump'n out the roof
(Do do do do do) drive past, guns blast
Shooting up the charts too
Uh, me K-D-O T, put TNT inside my suit
Walk inside the label, struck a
Match, and then I blew, bomb
C4 everywhere, C4 everywhere
I got three whores with me
It smells like Dior and derrière
Decoys die slow
You can detour to Heaven's stairs
Or walk inside Hell's dungeon
I just might derail something
They pussies, I smell something
You douche on the daily, niggas
You pushin' up daisy
I push the gas on Mercedes, nigga
Came in this game with a Rolie chain
And a dream
Became reality, made some casualties
My choppers scream

And now we dump'n out the roof
(Do do do do do) drive past, guns blast
Shooting up the charts too
Uh, me K-D-O T, put T-N T inside my suit
Uh, walk inside the label
Struck a match and then I blew
And now we dump'n out the roof
(Do do do do do) drive past, guns blast
Shooting up the charts too
Uh, me K-D-O T, put T-N T inside my suit
Uh, walk inside the label
Struck a match and then I blew

Nigga that thought Good Kid gon' flop
Or that I might go pop
Or your bitch won't drop
Knees when my shit drop
Y'all too infatuated with the fucking numbers
Which make it easy for me
To divide and conquer
I come from Compton, we ain't have it all
Smokers basing inside the cafeteria hall
And I'm putting fear in you all
See your skeletons shaking
Jump out your body
You Ricky Bobby until you naked
Y'all pray to God this week
I be putting out bombs
I pray to God this beat
Is good enough for Shyne
If not J cole, your shit is trash
But at least my opinion
Just made everyone laugh
This is where we at?
I guess it's entertainment
I guess this is speculation making
A classic came with
If I ain't have the patience
I'd probably self destruct
Real people want real music, the jig is up

Your worst fear is confirmed
We love that you crashed and burned
The real is back
K dot it's your turn, take your victory lap
King Cole salutin' Compton's
Own King Kendrick
Thats the sky is falling, the wind is calling
Stand for something or die in the morning
The city hail King Kendrick Lamar
The world hail King Kendrick Lamar

And now we dump'n out the roof
(Do do do do do) drive past, guns blast
Shooting up the charts too
Uh, me K-D-O T, put T-N T inside my suit
Uh, walk inside the label
Struck a match and then I blew
And now we dump'n out the roof
(Do do do do do) drive past, guns blast
Shooting up the charts too
Uh, me K-D-O T, put T-N T inside my suit
Uh, walk inside the label
Struck a match and then I blew

This is my life and I look
At it like it's my last
And I'm lookin' right past the future
As I reminisce on my past
And I don't even think how I used to
My mind is on rocket blast
And I don't even drink like I used too
And I don't even smoke
So you know this natural flow is for
Users that want to go to rehab
Lookin' at the coke that he had
Matter fact that followers bother them
Then but I won't say my bad
See I just lay in the cut
Watch the product stack up
Motherfucker what what
See now we dump'n out the roof