Chords for Kendrick Lamar - The Jig Is Up (Dump'n) [Prod. by J.Cole & Canei Finch]

[N] _ Praise to the almighty and the power of power. _ _
_ Three acts to my alumni.
See you later down [D] the street, boy.
We're talking to you.
Feel this.
_ _ [Am] _ _ _ [F] Mind at the center point.
I want to hear it.
[Am] Turn me up.
Mind at the center point.
_ [F] Turn me up a little bit more, nigga.
_ My nigga Colin is my fucking stuff, nigga.
Mind at the center point.
_ [Am] There we go.
Turn me up, nigga.
Picture plenty pussies throwing pellet guns at me.
Paranoia make it more than difficult for me to sleep.
Finneco, I know I be.
Xenophobe, [F] I know I got.
But they hate to frame me as the Mona Lisa of hip hop.
So retaliation is a must.
When we been to block, my nigga's jumping out the roof.
[B] Drive past guns, [F] flash, shooting up the charts.
_ [A] VKDOT put TNT inside my suit.
Walk inside the label, struck up, [D] matching, then I'm blue.
C4 [A] everywhere.
C4 everywhere.
I got three oars [F] with me.
It smell like Dior and Derriere.
[A] Decoys dive slow.
You can detour to heaven stairs.
So [F] walk inside L's gushing.
I just might derail something.
They [Dm] pussies, I smell something.
You dish on the daily, nigga.
Shoot [F] pushing the baby.
I push the gas on Mercedes, nigga.
[A] Came in this game with a rollie chain and a drink.
Became reality, made some casualties, [Bb] my top a scream.
And now we [A] dumping out the roof.
[F] Drive past guns, flash, shooting up the charts.
_ [A] VKDOT put TNT inside my suit.
[F] Walk inside the label, struck up, matching, then I'm blue.
Now we dumping out the roof.
Drive past guns, flash, shooting up the charts.
_ [A] VKDOT put TNT inside my suit.
Walk inside the label, struck up, matching, then I'm blue.
Nigga said, thought [Am] that good kid gon' flop.
Or I might go pop.
Or your bitch won't drop.
[Dm] Knees when my shit drop.
[Am] Y'all too [A] infatuated with them fucking [F] numbers.
Which make it easy for me to divide and conquer.
I come from Compton.
[Bb] We ain't have it all.
[F] Smokers pacing inside the cafeteria hall.
And I'm putting fear in you all.
See your [A] skeleton shaking.
Jump [Am] out your body, you Ricky Bobby, until you're naked.
[A] Yeah, I pray to God this week I be putting up bombs.
[F] I pray to God this beat is good enough for Sean.
[A] If not J.
Cole, your shit is trash.
At least my opinion just made everyone laugh.
This is where we at.
I [Bb] guess this is entertainment.
I [F] guess this is speculation making a classic game with.
[A] If I didn't have the patience, I'd probably self-destruct.
Real people want real [Bb] music.
The jig is up.
[A] Your worst fear is confirmed.
We love that you crashed and burned.
[Dm] The real is back.
K-Dot, it's your turn.
[A] Take your victory lap.
King Cole saluting [F] Compton's soul.
Can't get it.
As the skies fall [Bb] and the wind is calling,
stand for [F] something or die in the morning.
The city hail [Am] King Kendrick Lamar.
The world hail King Kendrick [Bm] Lamar.
And now we dumping [A] out the roof.
_ [F] Drive past guns, blast, shooting up the charts too.
Me, K [A]-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit.
Walk [F] inside the label, struck a match and then I blew.
Now we dumping out the roof.
Drive past guns, blast, shooting up the charts too.
Me, K [A]-D-O-T, put TNT inside my suit.
Walk inside the label, struck a match and then I blew.
This is my life and I look at it like it's my lap.
And I'm looking right past the future as I reminisce on [Dm] my past.
And I don't even think how [A] I used to, my mind is on Rocket Black.
And I don't even drink like I used to.
And I [F] don't even smoke, so you know this natural flow is for use.
They [Bb] wanna go to rehab, looking at the coat that [F] he have.
Matter of fact, that follow is bothering them, but I won't say [Am] my bad.
See, I just laid in the cut, watch the product stack up.
Motherfucker, what, what?
See, now we dumping [A] out the roof. _ _ _ _