Touch the Sky

I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Til the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Til the day I die, I'ma touch the sky

Back when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc
Before Cam got shit to pop, the doors were closed
I felt like Bad Boy's street team, I couldn't work the locks
Now let's go, take 'em back to the plan
Me and my mama hopped in the U-Haul van
Any pessimists, I ain't talk to them
Plus I ain't have no phone in my apartment

Let's take 'em back to the club
'Least about an hour I would stand on line, I just wanted to dance
I went to Jacob an hour after I got my advance, I just wanted to shine
Jay said, "Get in line, dog, in due time."
Now he look at me like, "Damn, dog, you where I am"

A hip-hop legend, I think I died in the accident
'Cause this must be heaven

I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Til the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly (Yeah)
'Til the day I die, I'ma touch the sky (Woo)

Now let's take 'em high, high, high, high, high
High (Top of the world, baby, I'm on top of the world)
La-la-la-la-la-la (Top of the world
Baby, I'm on top of the world), uh
Now let's take 'em high, high, high, high, high
High (Top of the world, baby, I'm on top of the world)
La-la-la-la-la-la (Top of the world
Baby, I'm on top of the world), uh

Back when Gucci was the shit to rock
Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop
I'd do anything to say I got it
Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket
Before anybody wanted K. West beats
Me and my girl split the buffet at the KFC

Dog, I was havin' nervous breakdowns
Like, "Man, these niggas still much better than me"
Baby, I'm goin' on an aeroplane
And I don't know if I'll be back again
Sure enough I sent them plane tickets
But when she came to kick it, things became different
Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on
Couldn't keep it at home, thought I needed a Nia Long

I'm tryna right my wrongs
But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song now

I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Til the day you die, you gonna touch the
Sky (You gonna touch the sky, baby girl)
Testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Til the day you die, you gonna touch the sky (Yes, yes, yes)

Guess who's on third?
Lupe still like Lupin the Third
Hill I feel 'til I'm bare on the curb
Peachfuzz buzz but been on the verge
Let's hold it down like we're on the serve
Bottle-shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth
But before you say another word
I'm back on the block like a man on the street

I'm tryna stop lyin' like a mumm-ra
But I'm not lyin' when I'm layin' on the beat
En garde, touché, Lupe cool as the unthawed
But I still feel possessed as a gun charge
Come as correct as a porn star

In a fresh pair of steps and my best foreign car

So I represent the first
Now let me hear a verse right where the horns are like, uh

I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Til the day you die, you gonna touch the
Sky (You gonna touch the sky, baby girl)
Testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Til the day you die (Yeah), you gonna
Touch the sky (We back at home, baby)

Uh, sky high, I'm, I'm sky high
I'm, I'm sky high, I'm, I'm sky high
I'm, I'm sky high, I'm, I'm sky high
Sky, uh, sky high, uh, I'm sky high

Yeah, keep it rollin', yeah
Uh, feels good to be home, baby
Feels good to be home