The Jig Is Up Lyrics
| Song | The Jig Is Up |
| Artist | Kendrick Lamar |
| Album | King Of New York |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 |
| 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 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 HipHop | |
| So retaliation is a must, when we bend the block | |
| My niggas dump' n out the roof, Dododododo | |
| Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too | |
| Uh, me KDOT, 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 derrie re | |
| 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 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, Dododododo | |
| Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too | |
| Uh, me KDOT, put TNT 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 | |
| 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 |
| 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 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 HipHop | |
| So retaliation is a must, when we bend the block | |
| My niggas dump' n out the roof, Dododododo | |
| Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too | |
| Uh, me KDOT, 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 derriè re | |
| 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 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, Dododododo | |
| Drive past, guns blast, shooting up the charts too | |
| Uh, me KDOT, put TNT 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 | |
| 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 |
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