The Jig Is Up (Dump'n)

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 pelly guns at me

Paranoia making 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

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 hoes with me, it smells like Dior and derrière

Decoy Dodge slow, you can detour to Heaven's stair

Walking inside Hell's dungeons, I just might derail something

They pussies, I smell something

You douche on the daily niggas, you push on them daisies

I push on gas on the 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

Me, K-D-O-T, put T-N-T inside my suit

Walk inside the label, struck a match, then I blew

Nigga that thought Good Kid might flop, or that I might go pop

Or your bitch won't drop, knees when my shit drop

You're too infatuated with the fucking numbers

Should make it easy for me to divide and conquer

I come from Compton, we ain't have it all

Smoke a space 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

This is my life and I look at it like its 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

since they 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