The Jig Is Up

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 b***h (My niggas on point, game tight)

My nigga Cole in this b***h. Wassup b***h?

(My niggas on point, game tight)

There we go yeah, turn me up

Picture plenty b*****s throwing pellet 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 dumpin' 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 b*****s, I smell something

You douche on the daily, niggas, you pushin' up daisy

I push the gas on the Mercedes, b***h

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

***** that thought Good Kid gon' flop, or that I might go pop

Or your b***h won't drop, knees when my shit drop

Y'all too infatuated with the ****ing 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

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, mother****er what what

See now we dump'n out the roof